Tag: Nicole Itkin

NICOLE ITKIN
When I reach out, what am I reaching– / for? / (my) / Flowers blearily / stare out the windows, / Orchids: at midnight, red-robed

They kiss 
the glass, lips pursued, 
smudging the Clear

they’ll forget about; 
Soothing, 
forgetting…Continue Reading Tell me if you’ll answer, and I’ll remember how to ask 

NICOLE ITKIN
not echoes, maybe / not even ghosts / still, they stand in
for // everything (everything) / I need most. // A girl in red curls over a bridge, / Dress trailing longer, lower- // who’s falling?…Continue Reading Stand to See