Ben Affleck is My Lover

Rosemary Royston
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Not really, but close, because my lover has a long face like Ben’s. It’s not too long, not long like a horse’s, but just to the edge of longness. His legs are long, his torso is long, and his fingers are long. And when he grins it’s like Ben’s grin and when I’m home alone and watch a movie with Ben I get distracted and have to turn off Ben because it’s not Ben I want but my lover, my lover whose grin, like Ben’s, is always there, hiding on the edge of longing.

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Rosemary Royston is the author of Splitting the Soil (Finishing Line Press, 2014) and holds an MFA in Writing from Spalding University. Her writing has appeared in Southern Poetry Review, Alehouse, Comstock Review, Coal Hill Review, and several other journals. For more, visit theluxuryoftrees.wordpress.com.