pop-up speakeasy
five minutes early
five minutes late
we sat on a concrete curb next to a trash can
in the P-Cola Edgar Allan Poe pop-up speakeasy
you were rocking a red top and jeans
with your usual gaudy jangly jewelry
and a co-worker paparazzo stole your soul
a still life of you
deep in reflection
on your fourth craft cocktail
as the buxom thespian recited Annabel Lee
you were always there
just outside the spotlight
but the photo only caught my leather jacket sleeve
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Dee lives and writes on the Gulf (of Mexico) Coast. His first novel is We Dat. Dee’s short fiction has been published in ExPat, Blood + Honey, and Bull, with forthcoming works in The Opiate and Argyle Literary Magazine.
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