Sour Milk Cat by Topher Seal |
A message suggesting
a body covered in a white sheet
the contents of a stomach pumped
a dark shadow cracking open
* * * * *
the porch was painted white
the porch shadowed the entry way
“darkness visible”
* * * * *
milk was spilled only a puddle remained
the toast was burned
a sour smell lingered
behind the taste of charcoal
* * * * *
remembering the feel of skin
remembering the weight in hands
* * * * *
steps were taken hesitant
messages could have been lost
* * * * *
the porch crumbled into time
the milk was gone.
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Paul Ilechko is the author of the chapbooks “Bartok in Winter” (Flutter Press) and “Graph of Life” (Finishing Line Press). His work has appeared in a variety of journals, including Juxtaprose, As It Ought To Be, Cathexis Northwest Press, Inklette and Pithead Chapel. He lives with his partner in Lambertville, NJ.
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