Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, The Galway Review, Bold + Italic, Litbreak, Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Blue Nib, Amethyst, and elsewhere as well as in several anthologies. He was longlisted for the erbacce-prize 2020. His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017 and is still available at Finishing Line Press and Amazon. He lives in Massachusetts, USA.
You said I’m taking a shower,
let yourself in.
In your terry cloth robe, raspberry hair
and steaming skin,
you surprised me as I opened the door
drying your long, unruly curls,
shaking your robe open with the vigor
of your drying, with the élan of a movie star.
Godliness is what I thought as I drew
you to me, poached and slippery
and smelling like early dew,
And now I need to know, where are we?
Where are you?
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