it felt tight,
sharp like wire,
I tried screaming,
then working just
one finger under.
wire, cutting my throat,
drops of blood on
my white T-shirt,
Adam's apple bobbing close
to death,
then he slipped,
shoe jerking off
the sidewalk, his hand
lurched,
wire loose.
I gasped air, felt
my elbow mash his ribs,
he took off,
running through
midnight air,
his swift flight
outlined by security
lights.
it was him, her
husband, murder
attempted, jesus,
is she worth it?
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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