Don’t worry, I always
had to say.
Don’t worry. Im the one
you can laugh at if all
this goes to shit.
Pour me a drink and
let’s get down to brass
tacks. Anything so those
fucking tears wouldn’t come.
For some reason, I always seemed
to stare at the left tear, easing
slowly down her cheek, glistening.
Gorgeous almost. The way it just
happened. The quickness of it.
THE PRE-CRY by Anthony Venutolo
September 17, 2009 by Scot
Anthony Venutolo has appeared in Gutter Eloquence, Zygote in my Coffee (both online and print journal) and Six Sentences. He also has an upcoming chapbook of poetry forthcoming from Tainted Coffee Press. His blog Bukowski’s Basement is at http://bukowskisbasement.blogspot.com/
nice to see you here at the coupe Ant.
Beautiful piece. There’s something about tears, eh? Like nature’s liquid ice, they can cut through the soul and melt hearts.
Well the poetry is good and she definitely spices things up.