By A. Kahn
Thank you for your
soft “Ohh” when I mention
seeing you in The Majestic
I’m as awkward at thirty-three
as sixteen
taping your picture to my wall
You inherently understand
when all I can do is blush
and slide my Silent Hill movie case
across the convention table
You call me beautiful
A. Kahn is a Midwestern writer and artist who loves reading, watching movies, and doing jigsaw puzzles. Her prose has been published in Of Rust and Glass, poetry in various publications including ONE ART, Livina Press, confetti, and redrosethorns, and artwork in the horror anthology Cafe Macabre II.
