Joan Cappello

First Love

I feel I have the right to you here in this particular moonlit spot: this mattress, this frame, these hypoallergenic bed clothes.

Love Affair

Hand in hand we stroll down the street of Victorian houses where spinsters spy from lace-curtained windows and with a yawn retire to their boredoms already knowing how we’re going to end up.

My Brief Affair

Last summer I ran away with an interesting young man but I was smoking at the time.

Self Esteem

I tried to make you think I couldn’t be bothered with me. It worked well for you but I soon developed a tic.

Why I Travel Alone

Your anger erupts red hot its lava setting fire to the sole of my shoe like that time at the marketplace in Lebanon when you called me extravagant for buying too many grapes.


The two of us happy together again on the Rue de Fleurus with your odd-ball friends… but this can’t be right. I’ve never been to Paris.

Joan Cappello is a massage therapist working in New York City.
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Susan Lewis ( is the Editor-in-chief and founder of Posit ( and the author of ten books and chapbooks, including Zoom (winner of the Washington Prize), Heisenberg's Salon, This Visit, and State of the Union. Her poetry has appeared in anthologies such as Walkers in the City (Rain Taxi), They Said (Black Lawrence Press), and Resist Much, Obey Little (Dispatches/Spuyten Duyvil), as well as in journals such as Agni, Boston Review, The Brooklyn Rail, Conjunctions online, Diode, Interim, New American Writing, and VOLT.