Standing in line for the Alexander McQueen Exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

Alex Stolis






Standing in line for the Alexander McQueen Exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art


I hold two worn rosary beads in my fist. You are a thousand miles away. Planning
a divorce. It could happen any day now. Breakfast dishes wait unwashed in the sink.
Bed unmade and unslept in. Grocery list tagged on the fridge: Coke, loaf of bread,
peanut butter, AA batteries for the alarm clock. I measure time in words, sentences
short enough to sweep away seconds. The woman in front of me asks How did he die?
Seems such a shame
. You shower alone. Mouth the words to your favorite poem.
I shuffle forward. Wish you knew me before I was broken. When I could name
the different shades the sky turns when it fills with birds.