“One Winter Evening”–Brittany Perloff


“Why must we pretend we are not lovers?”
She asks in anticipation
in a bittersweet voice.
To a boy,
who drowns his sorrows in a bottle of
Fiery, tart liquid.
Her question,
leaves a burning aftertaste
More so than his last sip

His heart,
cracking like
ice in water.
He slurs a response
sending shivers down her spine.

She runs from him
onto broken street
Warm tears streaming down
her flushed face.
She looks up at the stars
like they could heal
her cancerous heart
dying with every last word
his breath mutters.

All lies,
She thinks.
And she wonders how
she saw such realness
in a boy so fake.