Thursday, July 10, 2014

A Poem by William G. Davies, Jr.

Revlon or Max Factor
She was old
and the compact
she was looking into
to fix her lipstick
must've told her
something else,
she pressed more
into her lips
as though she were
stubbing out a cigarette.
William G. Davies, Jr. lives in a town surrounded by dairy farms. He has been happily married for thirty-eight years. His work has appeared in the Cortland Review, Bluepepper, The Wilderness House Review, Gloom Cupboard and many others.

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