J Michael Wahlgren & Jeanette Marie Sayers


The sentence

I remember: death

by meaning. That unknown

cliché, hidden

on the promenade, waited

to make my emptiness

known, to expatiate

in extraterrestrial space—

a leviathan to my morsel soul.

It exposed me for all

I had aspired to be

but never was: an ant hill,

no mountain.