Disappearing Ink by David Brietkopf
All writing dissolves in the reader’s mind.
Images evoke, evoke but wash away like watercolors
and you wonder if they were ever there.
Can we ever see that tall, slender Latina with dark eyes
and a dab of rouge on her high cheeks?
Can we see the creases and shadows
On the raincoat she wears
and the black stilettos that forces us
to look up at her face?
Can we touch her long, tapering fingers,
and the ring, that is, rings
she wears on them?
No.
There’s no way I can prove this,
but I know I have never made love to this woman
nor met her.
And even I, who painted her portrait,
disappear as I write this.
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David Breitkopf has been a journalist for many years. His literary works have been published in Poetry Miscellany, The Cynic, Sequoya Review, Manhattan Literary Review, and the anthology “Tokens: Contemporary Poetry for the Subway.” Recently, one of his short stories received honorable mention in Our Stories’ contest, Emerging Writers Award.
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