Sandra Fees has been published in SWWIM, Nimrod, River Heron Review, Border Crossing, Harbor Review, Witness and elsewhere and has work forthcoming in Crab Creek Review, Moon City Review and other journals. The author of the chapbook, The Temporary Vase of Hands, she lives in southeastern Pennsylvania.
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come and
press its face against mine. ~ Rumi
Strawberry lip balm and smoky
blue eyeshadow // I wouldn’t
change a thing // I’d still kiss
the man twice my age
who drew me close //who
downshifted his yellow
corvette // brushed his handle-
bar mustache against my face
until his smoke-and-coffee mouth
encompassed mine // But I’d
know what I know now // At home,
my face was scrubbed // my shorts,
knee-length // zinnias crowding the garden //
banned books caught in the lamp-
light // and psalms of lust drafted
by moonlight // No—I’d change
everything // travel beyond my years
not so easily dazzled // Then who
would I be? // Myself and my facsimile //
the longing to spin // But not this //
Not the distance from the prayed-for-
moon // Not this bare face // Not this.