You are sitting at a table across the room

Written By Francesca Kritikos

You are sitting at a table across the room
at the dinner party
I excuse myself from my table too often
to go into the cold pink bathroom
& look at myself in the mirror

The lines on my forehead mean
I’m worried about what it will tell me
about the changing definition
of my body
& what you might notice
about the changing definition
of my body

I dream about dinner parties
all the time
I dream about dinner parties
& bathrooms
& mirrors

Francesca Kritikos

Francesca Kritikos (@fmkrit) is a Greek-American writer and editor currently based in Chicago. She wrote the poetry chapbooks It Felt Like Worship (Sad Spell Press, 2017) and Animals Don't Go To Hell (Bottlecap Press, 2021) and the full-length poetry collection Exercise in Desire (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2022). Her poetry has appeared in Χάρτης, Blush Lit, the Des Pair Quarterly and elsewhere, and she also wrote a creative-critical essay on Joan Didion published by The London Magazine.

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