Edgemoor Gardens 1958
The bloodied residue of hapless fig and lemon,
carefully infused with vodka and left
alone to dream, she says, builds character.
With her, caution breaks with time
and secrets stick to stories, scorched edges,
like tired nicotine stains between your fingers.
She says that she is going to love you
when she knows the real you,
and you curl like a tensed spring under the bed
waiting for yourself to show up.
Who did this thing? Who filled the world
with angry voices, broken glass and vomit
winding its way into your heart?
Is the darkness in me too?
George Korolog is a Senior Vice President at a Fortune 500 technology company in San Jose, California. He is engaged with the Writers Workshop at Stanford University and has only recently begun submitting his work, one of which was published last month in “The Earth Comes First.” He has been an avid climber and mountaineer and also has a Masters Degree in Psychology. He lives with his wife and two sons in Woodside, California.