One Hit Wonder
Published in
Mar 25, 2022
she wore a cloud print sweater
to the sweet corn festival
singing a seventies song
sipping a strawberry latte.
her legs were pale
untouched by sunlight
untouched by anyone
since those lonely
September nights.
her first time in shorts
since you sculpted her
wrapped in your navy sheets
stained with cologne, Dior
canting to the rhythm
of footsteps from the floor
holding hands with the flug-fisted
man, a man she’d only dream to love
braiding her fingers across
his bushy eyebrows
she sighed knowing
she would only be a line of a lyric
sung again in the chorus
for a few minutes long.
she would be his one hit wonder,
a quickly forgotten song.
