by John Califano
barely connected
and running
from her
own
true
self
I struggled daily
with
blind
dedication
to her hypnotic allure
too often
I lay
paralyzed with lust
watching her quench
her unresolved issues
criminally titillating – utterly savage
sucked weak
I was
from the moment
our eyes first met
oh how seductive…
her tormented past
amazingly resembled that
of
my
very
own
troubled mother
who often spoke
to me hardly
but sometimes whispered
softly
in my ear…
I love to give
I love to give
I love to give up …
John Califano
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK), Adelaide Review, The Writing Disorder, Poetry Super Highway, Across the Margin, and Embark.
Artist: Santiago Traverso
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