as the evening sun goes down

Konstantin Rega

as the evening sun goes down


then comes that strain
                          in my left breast
              like a hair tugged out a scalp

like a finger moving toward flame:
                          now the sun is hurrying away
              like a hair tugged out a scalp

pulled by a dark hand:
                          now the sun is hurrying away:
              i remember following your figure

pulled by a dark hand:
                          the scent of dried rosemary
              (of you?): i remember

following your figure
                          through a deepening wood:
              the scent of dried rosemary

(of you?) sucking my thoughts away
                          through a deepening wood
              while moonbeams beckon

pulled by a dark hand:
                          a smile slips out from behind each tree
              sucking my thoughts away:

i pause in a shadow before resuming
                          like a finger moving toward flame:
              a smile slips out

from behind each tree
                          i remember following your figure
              then comes that strain

Konstantin Rega

Born in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, Konstantin N. Rega graduated from East Anglia's Creative Writing MA with the Ink, Sweat and Tears Scholarship. Twice a Dan Veach Young Poet's Prize finalist and 2019 Best of the Net nominee, he's been published by Poetry Salzburg Review, Richmond Times-Dispatch, Lighthouse Journal, The Claremont Review, amongst others, and is a contributor for Southern Review of Books and Virginia Living. (IG: @knr.designs / Twitter: @snarky_asider)

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