If the Corner of Your Eye was a Compass by Kristina England
Arrow pointed northeast, New Hampshire forest home, no street sign to direct the post truck, I could use your rounded lips, your sense of puns to guide and steer my car until I was forced to go on foot, give up the city, give up these shoes, give up the cubicle, the talking heads on tv leading this live free or die country (who wouldn’t these days) to sit by your side, watch your hand scribble down words that claw at the page, a hawk about to take off, hunt out its prey. I’d turn to talons for you, grow a pair as the saying goes. Yet, I met you only once. Eyes have a way of misleading. Lips have a way of saying puns that aren’t what the soul has notched into its gnarled, flea-infested breast.
Kristina England resides in Worcester, Massachusetts. Her writing and photography have appeared in several magazines, including Apeiron Review, Five 2 One Magazine, Gargoyle, and Zoomoozophone Review. She can be followed on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/kristinadengland.