Saturday, 5 November 2016

1 Poem by Dana Mele

Catch 22

His father told him "she's a catch."

Anyone who could love her a real kind of love
would love a lady in white,
a not quite there,
a ghost.

Never sure if he was there,
or she,
if they were crossing planes
or sharing time.

Anyone who loved her
would love the lady vanishing,
wanting to stay,
but brightening and fading.

Heart in the right place,
and the rest decaying.


Bionote

Dana Mele is a freelance writer and attorney based in the Catskills. Her short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Jersey Devil Press, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Lunch Ticket, Right Hand Pointing, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Bird’s Thumb, Mad Scientist Journal, and elsewhere.

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