“TAKE OFF THAT MAKEUP!”
I screamed
she turned her head away
electric with anger
the red
that sang from her lips so
undilute
so beautiful and youthfully
flagrant on her face
TREMBLING
we stand across from each
other
arms crossed
jousting
uncomfortable glances
she knows I am so easily disarmed
by her tears
but she doesn’t cry
she just turns and walks away
without speaking
and I am hungry
for another word
between us
there is nothing I understand of woman
Jim Gould was born in Gladstone, New Jersey, where he still resides. He has four sons and one beautiful granddaughter. Jim is the third generation in a family well drilling business which he now runs with his son. He is an elite level cyclist having raced competitively for more than 20 years. He has published two books of poetry, Holes in My Pockets (2008), and High Water (2011). Jim is currently working on his third book which he hopes to publish in 2016.
