Lines Written in Medford, MA
by Gregory Stenta

Let’s never eat the last of that spaghetti sauce
you cooked on the day we met.

Standing by a door, staring, unblinking at me;
will you always blind me?

—You, in a slippery nightdress,
your hair tickling my nose as I kiss your neck,

I will write to you until I forget Death’s address.

Having just finished his first-year as an MFA candidate at the University of Massachusetts-Boston, Gregory Stenta graduated with a BA from the University of New Hampshire. His work has appeared in paper wasp, and will appear in a forthcoming issue of Nomad’s Choir. In addition, Greg was a poetry editor for the UMass-Boston publication, The Watermark during the 2007-2008 academic year.

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