About the Girl

by
C. C. Russell


Another one
remembering the pieces
of a body
at a time,
tiny slips of a face.

It is easier to rant
than to write.
My friend says this.
And he is a writer,
so he should know.

And so I catch myself
nights like this
when spring feels
like it is still winter
with a different name

just trying to write

something about you
without falling
into the same
old trap.


Budget Press