Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Ribbons, Vol. 10, Number 1, Winter 2014


on a tray
the congealed meal
no one fed her
an old man down the hall
freshly shaved

cleaning out her suite
we find his letter
under a table leg
so much we didn't know

by the sea
scattering ashes
in the breeze
he tastes
her essence

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