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Poetry by Ben Nardolilli
Objection, Warning, Acceptance
Glasses fogged with mojito breath on a Sunday afternoon,
no, it’s a quarter to noon, so technically it’s morning,
which means I’m technically a disgrace,
maybe there’s an objection to the term somewhere
but here I am roaming the avenues
so at least I’m out, call it progress even if I’m a tramp
Something polite, Chaplinesque, call it that
and we can move on while I play both the hero in rags
and the orphan scamp he intends to save,
maybe I’m the blind girl too, damn it’s bright out here
in between the French cleaners and dollar stores,
pretty soon I’m going to develop an accidental halo
I know you all in the cool comfort of your window sills
love to look at me and bring the children out
so I can be a warning to you all, I agree to the terms
only if you read my stories, to prevent conspiracy theories,
what good is it to know about a man’s present state
if you haven’t investigated his fall from a particular grace?
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.
Get to know Ben by checking out our exclusive interview with him over on the Orson’s Publishing blog.