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Art by W. Jack Savage 2018

LIVING WITH THE DEAD

 

by John Grey

 

I turn the key of the house,

dulled and listless,

stumbling through the door,

like a tottery stilt walker,

nerves bending in every direction,

unprepared for what I might find.

 

The darkness,

skittish as an ingenue,

is just vapor,

electronic pulses

that dart like dragonflies.

I stop hard at the body on the bed,

slumped half off the mattress.

green startled eyes,

but the rest of her

ripened with blood.

 

Now I am nothing but

my heart's acceleration,

uselessness reflected back.

Any breathing I do

is barely on my account.

Who do I call?

What do I do?

All the corpse offers

turns me inward,

invokes my perverse and varied fantasies.

She can stay.

I can come home to

whatever it takes.

 

 

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Examined Life Journal, Studio One, and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Leading EdgePoetry East, and Midwest Quarterly.  

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018