The Eye of the Needle
by Amanda Tumminaro

  1. I can see you through the eye of the needle,
  2. my own sharp, blood-drawing gap.
  3. You’re a misogynistic gargoyle, perched (only in thought)
  4. upon the stony buildings, wings cemented and slant.
    1. I used to be one sock on, one sock off
    2. about your behavior, but it’s easier to see from a distance.
    3. I study comfortably in my fire-eating kimono
    4. and move my jade eye from you to bread-carrying citizens.
Packingtown Review – Vol.7, Winter 2015/2016

Amanda Tumminaro lives in Illinois with her family. Her poetry has appeared in Hot Metal Bridge, Squawk Back, Digital Papercut, Oddball Magazine This is the Ocean and Three and half point 9, among others. She will soon be going to school to get her degree in art with a major in English. Her hobbies include old films, caffeinated drinks and playing Scrabble.

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