One Week Later by Whitney Sweet

On the Death of Priscila


It’s been a weekI am still searching the news
for your name
spelunking the Internet
for your face  

I read the stories again
find I’m jealous of your corpse
most accomplished corpse
an amazing young
beautiful corpse  

I am jealous of your hair
which you likely lost in the end
(but never mind)
the pictures I find remind me
of the way you tried to take 
that once wonderful carnival
parted down the middle 
twisted back from the temples
wound into a bun at the nape. 
relentless, the embodiment of your spirit 
springing free from shackles
        tiny coils of joy 

The stories tell me you
liked hats
had a great fashion sense
I only remember your butterfly tattoo landed near an ankle bone 
the way you drank tea
loved all the words like your children  

My spine aches 
cracked open too many times
to the pages of you
inky droplets of tears
running down the pages. My heart swims alone in my weeping
treading memories
sound bites of advice
bubbling up from the sandy bottom of your lyrical ocean 


Copyright © Whitney Sweet.


Whitney Sweet writes poetry and fiction among other things. She is published in A&U Magazine, Mentor Me: Instruction and Advice for Aspiring Writers, Another Dysfunctional Cancer Poem Anthology, and forthcoming anthology Far Villages: Welcome Essays for New and Beginner Poets. She is creator of T.R.O.U. Lit. Mag., a magazine devoted to diversity and love. She is the winner of the 2014 Judith Eve Gewrutz Memorial Poetry Award. Her debut novel Inn Love will soon be released by Red Sage Publishing. Find Whitney on Facebook & Instagram.

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