The Naked Face
As if you'd found no better place
to spend your nights, at last, unarmed
you came to me in search of grace,
as if you'd found no better place.
You left in tears, distraught, alarmed
that you had seen my naked face.
Thank God you've found a better place
to spend your nights, at last unharmed.
Tim Hawkins' poetry and short fiction can be found in many publications and anthologies and has been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and Best Microfiction. He is the author of Wanderings at Deadline (Aldrich Press, 2012), Jeremiad Johnson (In Case of Emergency Press, 2019) and Synchronized Swimmers (KYSO Flash Press, 2019). Find out more at: www.timhawkinspoetry.com