Two Minutes on the Front Lawn | Valentina Cano
Confusion tumbled through her face,
picking it apart like talons,
feature by feature.
I watched her eyes shift like marbles,
losing light,
bubbles
drowning in dye.
Her mouth twisted into a fisherman’s knot,
thick on one side and thin on the other,
hoping to find the words
which would defuse this moment,
which would reel back the minutes
that had just swept us out
onto this black sky.
picking it apart like talons,
feature by feature.
I watched her eyes shift like marbles,
losing light,
bubbles
drowning in dye.
Her mouth twisted into a fisherman’s knot,
thick on one side and thin on the other,
hoping to find the words
which would defuse this moment,
which would reel back the minutes
that had just swept us out
onto this black sky.