by Connie Post
Act I Scene 3 “Lovely Ladies” I could tell the costume designer was careful to dress the young girls like old fashioned street hookers who hid their money where it belonged no midriff no fish nets no shoes that broke their backs each one pranced in from stage left each in a different shade of flawless red sitting scantily upon the ancient props but as the orchestra played and their mouths opened I could already tell the ones who had been taken those whose hips had been an altar I could tell, those whose backs had been pressed into the couch with no stage crew looking on only the fading lights there was an ease to the the way they arched their necks dropped their gaze at the last minute knew well the scripts of subservience when the number was over I folded my hands hoping the each girl would scamper away quietly and discretely change her clothes I waited for the scenes of war to come for someone to die on stage so the audience could finally grieve
Connie Post served as the first Poet Laureate of Livermore, California . Her work has appeared in Calyx, River Styx, Slipstream, Spoon River Poetry Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review and Verse Daily. Her Awards include the Liakoura Award, and the Crab Creek Review Poetry Award . Her first full length Book “Floodwater” won the Lyrebird Award. Her second full length collection (also by Glass Lyre Press) “Prime Meridian” was released in January 2020. About this book , Juan Herrera says “we need this wisdom book, clear elixir from the source”.