by Lois Marie Harrod



ASK THE ACTOR no one discovered,
try to get a hold of him, no name,
no listing, no show, no strings.

I will love you like that, he says,
like the dog I am, unconditionally
no twines attached.

But then comes the leash,
the daily walks
which become longer and the need

to add gravy to his morsels
or the great bounding hulk of him
will sulk in the corner and starve

for attention. That’s the way
with artists. Nameless wireless callers–

yet she still wants to pick up that phone.
It might be someone.

LOIS MARIE HARROD’s  13th and 14th poetry collections appeared in 2013: Fragments from the Biography of Nemesis (Word Tech: Cherry Grove) and How Marlene Mae Longs for Truth (Dancing Girl Press).  She is widely published in literary journals and online ezines from American Poetry Review to Zone 3. She teaches Creative Writing at The College of New Jersey. Read her work on at and


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