The McKinley Review Magazine

City of Stare

By: Daniel Edward Moore Posted on: December 2018


At the Green Lake Library anonymous minds

flicker with mystery under bearded lampshades,


under black Asian hair deftly chandeliered,

the tangle free syntax of fear and lust


flowing down arms into hands onto tables

where pulses parade unpunished and lovely.


As my eyes snapped on face after face, like

a Venus Fly Trap whose beauty is bondage,


library rooms became gardens of gorgeous,

rooms where silence strips language down into


heartache by line break, asystole style. Some think

there should be laws against this: penalties paid


by those whose eyes x-ray strangers with flammable need

in the chilling, city of stare. I am not one of them.