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“Pretty Fingers” — a poem by Mike Faran



Pretty Fingers


Zorida had two fingers wrapped
around the stem of her wine glass
but never took a sip

Few of us did
while ol’ Leroy Wilcox blew the
shit out of

his sax
playing Milkweed solo

Someone said it lasted the whole of
six minutes &                 
almost took his life

This was many years ago & I don’t
know what became of

or myself.  As for Zorida

All I recall are her two perfect fingers
captivated by the
thrill of those six minutes






Mike Faran lives in Ventura, Ca. as a retired lobster trap builder. He is the author of We Go To A Fire (Penury Press) and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. His work has been published in Atlanta Review, Rattle, The Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Slant.