False Note
Laurinda Lind When my first husband played the board game Mystery Date with his sister he always got the male slob whose shirt wasn't tucked in and never the dishy dreamboat so he should have known when he got me I'd spin out of his life like a flat tire or a bolting bird with all my moves stashed under my wings where I didn't even know I had them because in those days I could only see out of one eye at a time or speak one note over and over like a black piano key, nothing up in the high notes, nothing coming around again like a Ferris wheel to bring me down but dying time after time. Five years before we met I dreamed a man wearing white pants came through my window with one true word about my future. In the morning I found a flaccid arm dead on my pillow and barely breathed for an hour until finally I knew it for mine, a piece still asleep from back in that night where I hadn't yet spun him and there was time for him to land some other lover whose pieces would stay in all their right places. |
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About the Author:
Laurinda Lind lives in New York, near Canada. Some publications/ acceptances: Comstock Review, The Cortland Review, Main Street Rag, Paterson Literary Review, and Radius; also anthologies Visiting Bob: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of Bob Dylan (New Rivers Press) and AFTERMATH: Expressions of Loss and Grief (Radix Media). In 2018 she won first place in the Keats-Shelley Prize for adult poetry and in the New York State Fair poetry competition.
Laurinda Lind lives in New York, near Canada. Some publications/ acceptances: Comstock Review, The Cortland Review, Main Street Rag, Paterson Literary Review, and Radius; also anthologies Visiting Bob: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of Bob Dylan (New Rivers Press) and AFTERMATH: Expressions of Loss and Grief (Radix Media). In 2018 she won first place in the Keats-Shelley Prize for adult poetry and in the New York State Fair poetry competition.