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 Feb 2013 Nina McNally
JJ Hutton
spitting merlot felt like wealth
boxed or no
what matter, she thought
as she watched the violet
run the rill of his back
rain on a saturday morning window

kissing teeth felt like youth
awkward sure
but nostalgic, he thought
as he watched her transfigure
17 in striped T in torn denim
Daddy's keys in a low-lit suburb
 Feb 2013 Nina McNally
JJ Hutton
"Siri, I love you."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Would you like me to search the web for 'wine dot'?"
 Jan 2013 Nina McNally
JJ Hutton
the door opens to Neko's Grill
I turn, as I do with the opening of any door,
expecting it to be Anna, expecting her
face to go from that smilerest to that
statuesque, expecting that stone
to send me to her side in the hospital,
the time when the pills took too fast
and she didn't carry it out,
hospital gown, grey dots, white backdrop
my glasses filled up
and I watched my tears land on Anna's
cheek,
she wiped them away
"I love you" didn't bridge the space
in the waiting room
I poured a cup of coffee for her grandpa
I brimmed it
stupidly
and his shaky hands burned
and he told me he couldn't talk to me
and I knew why
so when he bellowed
the whole agony of the whole
human famile smoldered out of him
he leaned against me
we both burned
but the woman who walks
into Neko's isn't Anna
she's a decade older at least
her brunette hair tucked into
a knitted cap
she looks confident
quiet, if a person can look quiet,
and I wish she would say
I forgive you
some first naked stars
they bunch right up
to the lip o' nite
                             (and before)
                                      but afterth
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The past always haunts me like a ghost
and an angel too.
The ghost reminds me.”you did not do certain things properly.
you made many mistakes.
you should have been a better person
If you had done this and that.
but the angel comforts me  saying
“you did many good things too.
you faced many difficulties
but you faced them bravely.
you learnt many lessons
from your mistakes.
you have still a bright future.
There is no use crying over split milk.
You can make some sweet dish out of it.
thers is no scope for ifs and buts in life”
I have decided to drive the devil out
and welcome the angel in.
 Apr 2011 Nina McNally
JJ Hutton
the hate of June tans my hide,
fingers crucify in hope--
but the rains remove only the surface stain.
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