She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome, she ... [+]
Winner of the Millennium and Forum awards for playwriting and poetry, Dennis Edelen is the author of the novel “Jehanne: A Story of Joan of Arc” and four other books. "Angel in Raybans" is in Short Circuit #11, Short Édition's quarterly review.
Down by the red brick wallWhere the trains used to runShe waits for me.She's got her cigarettesHer hand-me-downsAnd her dark, dark eyesFlashing with annoyanceIf I keep her hangingToo long.Her name's English royaltyBut she says, "Call me Mary."She's got old rock on her radioAnd she plays phantom drums.We dance in the alleywaysA place she feels safe It's her turn, her terms, her tune I'm glad enough to play along Sweet voodoo child. She claims she seduced me She says she fell from the stars I don't ask questions when we make love But when we fuck, I wonder. Blowing smoke, she says, "I don't love