pointillism in the form of virginity
By Liam Strong
your first
time was beneath
cherry blossoms
queen anne’s
lace & purple
thistle freshly
mown
xmas lights
burnt & heavy
with July
your b‑day
a harvest
lil eye
balls distended
from their sockets
your red wheel
barrow flush with
pancake & syrup
treacles of dew
risen from
nowhere
like his empty
in the places
you don’t remember
it falling
This story originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 19. Support local booksellers and independent publishers by ordering a print copy of the magazine.
Photo by David Brook Martin