Mood Rings from Vegas :
                             Leyna Thomas             
 

 

you used to leave on thursdays
bring back gifts on tuesdays
open your palm to reveal
some slight circle of ill-fitting tin

you looked at me, waiting
for my hand, an offering, anything –
you said i looked at you like
like in a way you couldn’t even
explain. i offer the idea of wings
because that’s what it feels like –
broken, beating against a window, but
you used wings as in soaring
and i’d say, “what?”
you’d mumble, “everything” –
then offer silence.
as i fumbled your cheap ring
you’d give me that frown and
start a fight with your own fingers as
i’d watch colors change around mine –
as curtain red and tornado green
settled into murky blue
you’d say, “look at the sky”
all I could think was
how dreadful all those stars

 

Leyna Thomas

Leyna lives in the south suburbs of Chicago. Though she has earned her  Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, She has somehow come to work at a very corporate bank.  She spends her free time attempting to learn Italian for no practical purpose.


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