Tuesday, April 29, 2014
a poem by cindy e. king
To the Virgins
Painters wear white
just to spite their paint—
Some wear it to weddings, even when
they are not the bride.
Most have turned down more beds
than a hotel housekeeper, take
one night stands
lying down—
Many place faith in champagne
pledges: the bottle’s broken
promise to become beach glass—
But few have learned that divorce
can undo a marriage no more
than a freezer can unbake a cake.
"To the Virgins" originally appeared in New Plains Review: A Journal of Social Commentary
Originally from Cleveland, Ohio, Cindy E. King currently lives in Lancaster, Texas. Her most recent publications include poems in Callaloo, North American Review, the African American Review, American Literary Review, jubilat, and Barrow Street. She can also be heard online on American Weekend, at rhinopoetry.org, and at bhreview.org.
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cindy e. king,
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