Rita and the land of love

Irene Senatore

by Irene Senatore

Story

Rita’s eyes are wide open –

The contact lenses make them look bigger.

She drags her oversize blazer along as a carpet

In the middle of an eight-lane road

Her curls are the silhouettes of her thousand

Attempts.


Rita is traveling to India

While having sex with you

One of these nights when she lets herself go

Like a wave of frozen dark energy;

A giant neon sign points to her mind

Slightly closed-eyes

Far away mirages of happiness

The closest feeling of a never-ending

Break from life

The closest to tears you’ll ever get

While feeling nothing but good.


Rita chose many years ago

To get rid of that half-lost expression

To get rid of that almost bad mood

Her mother always carried.


She settled into a land made of straight lines

And large geometrical patches of full color:

She is still working there

With her messy hair and her yet to be found love.




© Irene Senatore 2023-08-14

Genres
Anthologies
Moods
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