Poetry
Danna Jae Botwick
hit and runwe waited at the intersection and the bird was walking yes walking it was odd that he wasn't flying stopped at the intersection i saw it coming the first car missed him the second didn't and the third and the fourth and i caught my breath because there was blood just a dumb pigeon and because i caught my breath my daughter said "what?" and i said "nothing" but she saw the fifth car and the sixth and the seventh and it was just a dumb pigeon who was walking instead of flying and there was blood and my daughter cried so i didn't the lies i could tell youi could just tell you to go ahead and fuck me and we could be discreet and it wouldn't mean anything just a thrill or two an afternoon i could say it wouldn't matter i could ask if you've done it before would that make it easier? do i love your loyalty and which of us would i be more disappointed in? i could tell you i don't care that it was a phase a passing crush anything to stop this rejection though justified nothing personal only one of us is honest i could tell you i would never love you never ask for more never cause trouble i'd know my place settle for a taste... i could tell you i never noticed how often you clear your throat roll your eyes raise your eyebrows mumble the ends of sentences you never intended to finish i could tell you that your hands aren't beautiful that i don't listen for your voice that i don't sit staring at my screen back tense waiting wanting your touch on my shoulders i could tell you that i notice nothing feel nothing want nothing or i could ask you just to fuck me and pretend my life will be the same when you say no Danna Jae Botwick is a Las Vegas native who considers herself an artist that accidentally got an MBA. She is raising her beautiful 9-year-old daughter, Lucy, and hosts more than one open mic in Las Vegas. Program Administrator for a defense contractor by day, she prefers to think of her role in the poetry community as her "real life." |