Tag Archives: Lauren Annette Boulton

paved roads

At town’s end, she will see the new stoplight turn left there will be a lane for that. Then, his road, sheathed in asphalt. Yellow shutters, faded. Parking on narrow streets worked better in a secondhand coupe. She will open … Continue reading

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The old motown star never minded wrinkles

across her browline and her lip corners a crumpled road map destinations:       parentheses around her mouth                            sing, a young soldier laughs on a USO tour       the seam above her eyebrow                            drives her first Cadillac       crow’s feet at eye corners                            speak … Continue reading

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Communications degree

Alone, in public, she pretends she knows sign language. Her naked hands shake, shape themselves into an alphabet inside his patient fingers. Her fingertips find the edges of his palms, white canes, lightless room. He nods to some invisible strain … Continue reading

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