Venus at the Drive-Thru'

by Stephanie D. Rogers

Her hand suspended
hung lazily from a
pearl pale arm

palm up
index out
not quite pointed
not quite crooked

disinterested
disengaged
detached

DeMilo's
lost appendage
awaiting tribute
or change

whichever
comes first

Descent

by Stephanie D. Rogers

By seven, there will
Be fog.  Fog of the densest
Variety.  Fog
Through which none can navigate.
Fog not even you can cut.