in the back of a cab to brooklyn jackie holds
a scarf over the lower half of her face and
says something i cant quite hear
her large brown eyes roll as i ask her
to repeat herself and the lights of downtown
manhattan blur beyond the window
i reach over and shut off the small
screen behind the driver/s seat
what did you say?
oh, it doesn’t matter she says beneath
the wool, rolling her eyes again, though more
pronounced and to greater effect
can you pull your scarf down please?
i ask, it/s hard to tell how you’re feeling just
by your eyes
she slowly reveals a slight smile in the
soft passing glow from outside and says i love
Brendan Connolly’s work has been featured by Genre: Urban Arts, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters, Gravel Magazine and elsewhere. He lives and writes in New York City.
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