by Alison Hicks

Bowlegged fantasies within my little finger’s grasp.
Stealthily I stroke the springbacked bone
filled with such potential.
When I stand them back to back
they look like gunslingers.
The only way they can get out of this
is to walk backward away from each other,
turn and shoot, making someone’s day.
Or placed the other way, they could be
loving, leg across leg.


About the Author

Alison Hicks is the author of Kiss, a collection of poems, Falling Dreams, a chapbook, Love: A Story of Images, a novella, and the co-editor of an anthology, Prompted. She has twice received fellowships from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts; her work has appeared in Eclipse, Gargoyle, Quiddity, Whiskey Island, Pearl, and other journals. She leads community-based writing workshops under the name Greater Philadelphia Wordshop Studio (www.philawordshop.com).