Ashley-Elizabeth Best
If You Were Thinking About Cheating
His waiting has a history of its own.
The rustled impatience of splintered stars
holds out for no one and if he were thinking
about cheating you couldn’t tell by his puckered
forehead or from his glutinous voice, the new
girl at work is too suggestive of youth, of
the descending angles at the edge of shade.
I spy on him by ear, my round limbs hunkered
in bushes, all I can see from here are his
uncertain toes, no words to hold my tongue.
These are very beautiful. Don’t let ENGL @ Queens change you.