Wednesday
Sarah Sorensen the scent off the pillow, gone I want to inhale your ghost my fingers are twined up in my hair greasy at the scalp, dry at the ends Dracula is 15 unread pages nobody suspects that I did a few dishes my cat washes her sister’s eye the world is a strange place that you can know too easily and then forget I don’t do “bucket lists” because I have been prepared to die for decades I am grateful every minute I call for help too quietly It falls through the air like a single raindrop splits open on the ground, gone I ate some of your hair on Thanksgiving Because I needed you I say “I love you” Everything else is a subheading Everything, everything else |
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About the Author: Sarah Sorensen has most recently been published in Wilderness House Literary Review, Potluck Magazine, Thrice, The Pine Hills Review, Granola, Whiskey Island, The Audio Zine, Dirty Chai, and Cactus Heart. She holds an M.A. in English from Central Michigan University. Find her online at typefingertapdancer or buy her a beer in Kalamazoo, MI.
