No Show
Poser un lapin
is what I keep doing
when I suggest we meet
in the forest
where the air is soft
and the trees leafing
as though we could walk
side by side without touching
as though you hadn’t
entwined your feet round mine
like roots spiralling
when you and I were like
that Jewish joke
where Yankele and Joseph
meet a pair of Cossacks
in the forest
there are two of them
and we are alone.
Sally Michaelson is a recently retired Conference Interpreter living in Brussels. Her poems have been published in Ink Sweat & Tears, Lighthouse, Algebra of Owls, The Bangor Literary Journal, Squawk Back, Amethyst, and The Lake. Website: https://www.sallymichaelson.com/