Huitain for Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
by Lizzy Ke Polishan
We wander between strange stalls: an ink wash
of wonky stripes—strung with blinking white lights— selling absinthe to crowded kids, a swash
of howls. A bearded lady slinks in tights—
all clichés & cages. These nothing nights—
pennies sunken in a bowl. Something lost—
a poison apple missing a few bites.
I can’t remember—how much did it cost.
Lizzy Ke Polishan is a poet from Pennsylvania. Her recent work appears in Gulf Coast, The Greensboro Review, RHINO, The Penn Review, and PRISM International, among others. She is a poetry reader for Palette and Psaltery & Lyre and the author of the poetry collection A Little Book of Blooms.