In the San Francisco
of my twenties, we were like trees
pressed against each other, larger
than what we longed for.
I join a bereavement group
But I last for one session
Marriages over fifty years
Long battle with cancer
I am the only one
Who isn’t crying
You touched my chest with your fingertips
as I lay next to you trying to sleep.
“Try to rest,” you said, by which you meant,
Gird your loins, my love, and prepare your heart,
for tomorrow I may leave you.
Fall 2015 (Vol. 28, No. 2) FICTION: (2015 Neil Shepard Prize Winner) Sharon White, Nat Schmookler, Brooks Sterritt, Janis Hubschman, Anna Maria Hong, Maurice Carlos Ruffin POETRY: (2015 Neil Shepard Prize Winner) Annie Christain, J. Allyn Rosser, Joel Brouwer, Erin...
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