Distance, plates brimming with it,
filled the table in front of us.
I poked at a piece of lettuce
while your eyes searched
for the flaws on the tablecloth’s weaving.
I could have told you where they were
with my eyes shut.

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica,
Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy,  Lowest of Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review,
Lady Ink Magazine, White Masquerade Anthology
and Perhaps I’m Wrong About the World.

You can find her here: carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com.