Francesca Bell

Francesca Bell’s poems appear or are forthcoming in many journals including Prairie Schooner, New Ohio Review, Flycatcher, Zone 3, River Styx, and burntdistrict. She has been nominated six times for the Pushcart Prize and won the 2014 Neil Postman Award for Metaphor from Rattle.



Already my daughter’s looks
are something to bear.
Gold hair heavy
on her small shoulders.
Eyes big as burdens.

She can’t escape
people looking at her,
so lets bangs grow
over her face
like thick curtains
almost closed.

Once, on the street,
a man touched
the glowing tip
of his cigarette
right to the center
of her forehead.

A crazy man, you say.
But I know
it was beauty
leaving its hot kiss.

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