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Dear Suki, Letter A for Autumn

09.26.16 Posted in today's words by

A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (Finishing Line Press, forthcoming), has had poetry and fiction featured with more than 250 journals, including Antithesis Journal, California Quarterly, Chiron ReviewColumbia Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, The Writing Disorder, and Third Wednesday and elsewhere, among others. 

Dear Suki, Letter A for Autumn
By Lana Bella

Dear Suki: Matsudo, October 13th, this snow is turning
the pavement into blankets of mirrors, but I am past my
affection for autumn and acorns and nocturnal animal
footprints. One by one I push them away, the warm pies
and hearty soups from the table, the medley of kimonos
collects cobweb in the closet, and sunrises over this sky
still rise short of brilliance. You should see all the empty
space I’m keeping for you inside these lanky arms, my
scarlet laughs simmer like boiling water, and gold-tinged
nostalgia smears my toast with salt. Though, a tale, this,
is both watery and cottony all at once, for I still move
through your elegant turns holding onto to silk black hair
and white bed sheets, there, splinters in the bolt are your
tracings that didn’t get very far.

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