• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05

Legerdemain at age seventeen

Just a gentle trick, the feathery touch
of cheek against cheek, sweep of lips;
dexterity working magic,
those hands around my hips
like a ghost ship under the radar,
blooming with liberty. Spellbound,
my face smeared with black mascara.
And on return from the bathroom break
you’re mesmerizing the next damn girl.