Dan Sicoli

starts another day in a cold kitchen
the dishrag lays on the countertop
crisp as a crumpled sheet of paper

outside snow has
as clouds collude against sun

he clicks on radio static
takes what’s left of the drug
realizing a seduction is in progress

there’s a sudden noise at a window
his investigation will wait
until nightfall

locals remember it
as moonlit and still
barely a chill of wind

but it was blinking lights
and overlapping beams
that awarded him notoriety

standing naked as a winter tree
a monolith in the yard
a shine outliving rumor

Dan Sicoli has authored two poetry chapbooks from Pudding House Publications, Pagan Supper and the allegories. His poems have appeared in numerous places including Bop Dead City, Chiron Review, Dressing Room Poetry Journal, Ethel Zine, Perfume River Poetry Review, Presa, San Pedro River Review, Santa Fe Literary Review, and Shelia-Na-Gig. Some weekends you might find him in a local gin mill banging an old Gibson with a garage rock band in western New York State. He also is an editor with Slipstream.