Tonight's Poet Corner: A Modern Romance
A Modern Romance by Belinda Roddie I waited twenty minutes for her in the concave parking lot, a cement eye burning its gaze into the surface of the earth, attempting to drill its vision into the hot, steaming core of the underground. When she arrived, she was wearing a red leather jacket and offered me a stick of pink gum. It tasted like cinnamon. Of course. We poured each other drinks in my little hobbit hole, where the light barely shone in. Flecks of honeycomb were in my hair, spots of mead on my shirt. She was the urban lightning bolt to my calm, medieval summer day. A reminder of the reality outside my fantasy home. No dragons breathing fire overhead; only cars and motorcycles spewing rage instead.