Closure

I wish for endings
like tied shoe strings.

I seek finishing
like stains on cut tree limbs,
glossy in death
and dining-room tables.

I hunger for a last supper
of salted tears.

I dream of a wake
with super-glued caskets

and a heart that masks
its cracks and breaks

like me and you—

fake.

 

(A previous version of this poem appeared in Star*Line as “The Jinni’s Wish.”)

 

 

Image Credits: Scott Richard

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