Lana Bella

Brown Rubber Gloves

you plagued him one by one
with fingers the color
of brown rubber gloves,
like this enclave
after the heavens
shook the scorched sun
and painted horizon
the saturation
of mahogany sky–
beneath its rust
cursive notes he said
the sheen of work that
writhed over your
forehead was freshly
washed of bruised
luminescence,
where the measure of
your origin was
the coffee stripped
all from his skin–
while your fingers crept
over his bronze gentle shrug,
as if you could quiet
the brown bursts of
this human hunting ground–

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A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 200 journals, Chiron Review, Columbia Journal, Elohi Gadugi, Foundling Review, Fourth & Sycamore, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

 

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