The 2River View | 24.4 (Summer 2020) |
Despy Boutris Fourth of July how his hands found your waist, tightening // on you // the cigarette-scent // of his breath as he leaned // toward you & you leaned away // & he moved in // closer, a parenthesis that just kept bending // folding in on itself // until it crushed what lay below // you // your limpish form // growing cold at his touch // how you couldn’t speak // as he lowered his face // tongue thrusting into your mouth // through your teeth, // as he tried to take you fullbody // into him // & you closed your eyes // don’t cry don’t cry // & you felt the air // become a cage you couldn’t escape // his lips // like poison as he killed you // slowly // & the dying just kept going A Warm Wind rustles the leaves Despy Boutris is published or forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Colorado Review, Copper Nickel, Prairie Schooner, Southern Indiana Review, and elsewhere. Currently, she teaches at the University of Houston and serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for Gulf Coast.
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