The 2River View | 21.4 (Summer 2017) |
Nickie Albert The world is turning In the living room like television. Lights of the Empire State, My mother lies Her chest rises and falls There’s a star in the sky Some planet? Some sun? Enough to fracture the world has turned Mortise and tenon, hold her. Adopting composure, I slip Lay her out, now. Lips sown shut to keep One last look Now the dirt. I leave the yew. Nickie Albert has placed poems in Burning Word, The Legendary, The MacGuffin, New Plains Review, Wild Goose Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Jupiter, Florida.
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