Prose Poem: Radar Blip

Another from my love, sex and relationships series that I really, really need to name already, don’t I? Though our relationships with some may not last long, they still leave an impression.

Radar Blip

You were a good Irish Catholic lass, which is to say you were never meant for the likes of this back alley trash from the wrong sort of family. You were a sweet bitter apple, my Erin of Eire; match we did not, from our bibles to our chemistry.

by Michelle Beltano Curtis

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Another prose poem by Michelle Beltano Curtis on the subject of love, sex and relationships: Radar Blip captures the fleeting nature of attraction and attempts at love with poorly suited partners.

5 thoughts on “Prose Poem: Radar Blip

  1. I am a born and raised Cincinnatian, though I moved away for over a decade before returning for grad school in my early thirties. These days I’m technically a Northern Kentuckian, but unlike most of my neighbors, I happily consider our area part of greater Cincinnati. What do you think of our city? Have you lived here long?

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  2. You’ve named some of my favorite things about Cincy, especially the arts. I really wasn’t sad to come back! I bet it took quite a lot of adjusting for you. I hear Southern California is a pretty hard locale to beat and the snow on these hills can be a real bummer.

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