DISTANCES EVAPORATE

SARAH NICHOLS

 
 

On the way out, I
dropped crumbs of
fresh paper.
 
Heaven would be something else:
 
a jukebox or a
coffin.
 
I found it
unattended.
 
Now it is your turn.
Make notes.

 
 
 

Sources: Title: Sylvia Plath, a phrase from “Wuthering Heights.” C.D. Wright, “Towards the Woods,” One Big Self: Prisoners of Louisiana, “Everything Good Between Men and Women,” and “Key Episodes From an Earthly Life.” Sylvia Plath, “Lyonesse,” “Mussel Hunter at Rock Harbor,” and “The Detective.”

 

 
 

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