21 November 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 3
Could Spring Love Be Looking for You?
I thought I smelled it. Behind an Indian restaurant on Second Avenue,
then again while passing a bagel shop last Tuesday night.
I was sure it was what I heard, that soft whistle squeezing
into the bathroom window as I curled my hair.
I swore it said: Whisper or Cadillac in a French accent.
Certain I could feel it as I rubbed my fingers down the body
of that silk dress, convinced that I tasted it in my lipstick.
But I was wrong. My wits were all mixed-up.
My senses gone higgledy-piggledy.
That wasn't love looking for me, this was:
I saw him, gray-colored and hunch-backed, lurking behind
the garbage dump with binoculars, thumping toward me like a tuba—
and what a fool I am! I took him in my palms like a bag of fresh peas,
and carried him under my arm as if I'd been given the moon.
About the author:
Erica Miriam Fabri is a graduate of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts and received her MFA in poetry from The New School. She is the author of the chapbook, High Heel Magazine (winner of the 2006 Belle Letter Press Chapbook Contest), and her work has appeared in Texas Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, Good Foot Magazine, Paper Street, and MiPOesias. She currently teaches creative writing at The School of Visual Arts and at Lehman College and Baruch College of the City University of New York (CUNY). She can be found online at ericafabri.com.