The bloom of cream in coffee
The sorrow filled from dazed stumbling in the dark (midnight)
The lost gold necklace (never to recover)
The dark words spoken (of unlinking, of questioning, of monetary sighs)
The “we’ll speak again in seven years”
(If even that)
The termites chewing at the marrow of my house
The whistling of the tea kettle (ready to boil)
The empty closet before the tears
The missing hanger from the mourning dress she wore
The governor before the preventative bill meant to protect (him)
The father before the mother
(She plates her dinner last)
The bruise on my peach
(warning of the end of this summer)
And the oak end of this ancestry
(He said no veneer on her coffee table)
And these recovered (lost) rings meant to live on in me
Scattered to earth and dingy movie theaters
The rings and rings and rings
And lies he carried on those rings he gave her
The moment I left his staff behind on purpose
The moment I corrected the context of his words
The moment I said thank you
Thank you
This is me
About the Creator
Ilyssa Goldsmith
Ilyssa Goldsmith graduated from Arizona State University with a B.S. in communication. She enjoys writing poetry, which sounds out the space where the muse, myth, and female desire reside. Goodbye (Hello) is her first poetry collection.
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