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Unfinished
By Lucy Jilka


I never asked how you brought
about the conclusion, opium or an

oxidized rivulet, I let that secret
stay in iodine bottles, white tiles

the bed crumpled with your
body, curtains—open to your love

making, circumcised in a painting
smooth and inaccurate, a chemical

cocktail to replace what your blood
refused, you left with a warning

and just enough guilt, everything
sunk into your eyes, elephants and

the Savanna, a hurried note online
death comes in ampersands and a period

 

 

 

 

Lucy Jilka’s work has appeared in Corroboree, The Cincinnati Poet's Collective, American Voice, WordWrights, So To Speak, 580 Split, kill author and Eclectica. She holds an MFA in Poetry from George Mason University and lives and works in Washington, D.C.

 

 

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