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Poetry by Aurora Antonovic

Aurora Antonovic is a Canadian writer and visual artist whose poetry has recently appeared over three hundred times in seven countries and five continents in publications such as Adagio Verse Quarterly, Blind Man's Rainbow, Promise, Reflections, BlackMail Press, Above Ground Testing, and Poetic Voices.

New York Cocktail Party

In a sea of little black numbers

And perfectly coiffed bobs

I am the

Only one

Wearing red silk

And long, misbehaving curls.

In panic, I say to you,
"I am the only one not dressed in black!"

You smile, lean forward,

Kiss my neck

And wickedly whisper,

"I know!"

Addiction

You've become

A bad habit

Like Coke

First thing in the morning,

Or endless bottles of

Perrier

I can ill afford

But seem to crave all afternoon

Procrastinating, like

Not cleaning the lint screen

Each time I use the dryer

Thinking next time will turn into

This time

Reading until two am when

I have to get up at five

Skipping supper

Buying sweaters

I know I'll never wear

Collecting toe rings

Lip gloss

In every sticky shade

Not really needing any of these things

But not wanting to do without either

So you've become, like,

This addiction

But I can give you up

Any time I want

Yeah --

Any time I want

Sunday Night Supper

Food tastes better

When eaten while I'm nestled in your arms;

Even cold, day old rice,

Takes on a certain exotic flair

When you feed it to me,

With worn chopsticks

While I sit on your lap,

And lean against your chest,

And feel the softness of

Your favourite T-shirt,

While your beard tickles

My face.

All work is copyrighted property of Aurora Antonovic.

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