Milk on his chin by Konstantin Rega I’ve seen it there before like a child it waits to let loose tugged down by impatient gravity his gaze never leaving mine the white droplet disappears diving off his chin between his thighs though I don’t know for sure because I hold his stare and watch another milky pearl dip over his lip and follow the trek this time much quicker of the chalky streak I reach over to rub away and the glass wears its residue ready to be filled again or perhaps place in the sink
author bio: Born in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, Konstantin N. Rega graduated from East Anglia’s Creative Writing MA with the Ink, Sweat and Tears Scholarship. Twice a Dan Veach Young Poet’s Prize finalist and 2019 Best of the Net nominee, he’s been published by Into the Void, www.jonimitchell.com, Mikrokosmos Journal, The Claremont Review, decomp, amongst others, and is the Assistant Editor of Virginia Living.
Twitter @snarky_asider / website: www.neomodernkonstantin.weebly.com