Issue #54


Clear and Sweet

Clear and Sweet

Emily Story

Of the turbid 

moon that steeps

with day and decay.

There is that in me ̶  

I do not know what 

but I know it is in me.

(Do I contradict myself?)

It coaxes me to dust

as to you—

life is the leaving of many deaths 

(No doubt I have died before).

I hear you whispering there.

Will you speak 

before I’m gone?

Talk honestly, no one else can hear you.

(No sweeter fat sticks to my bones.)

To Transpose

Empty Space