Goodnight Kiss


Sloe-eyed woman
your face powdered pale,
throat dotted with jasmine
and rose de mai
you brush eyelash kisses
across my cheek
powder, perfume
on my pillow
powder, perfume
before I'll sleep
Where do you go
whispering woman
with chignon smoothed tight, gloves still white
while my sister cries Cinderella
and cleans blood
from Chanel-soaked sheets?


Sue Ann Connaughton writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction from a drafty old house in New England.