by Paul Ilechko
Red-faced against tenderness the blood rush the heat rush her as distance closing her as apparition as ghostly burning whispering his name
soft links corrupt with time the fire of youth returning itching to change the line
dead snake in the road reminding of a time before time was real half-booted and pressed to heel the stain of light that paints the leaf trapped in false equivalence beneath a towering blue of grief
all pain must lead to promise regrouping under extremity a planned retreat from misery
red-faced and burning slowly bartered and blighted as separation finds its end her as reality her physical presence she takes his worth to mend.
Paul Ilechko is the author of the chapbooks “Bartok in Winter” (Flutter Press) and “Graph of Life” (Finishing Line Press). His work has appeared in a variety of journals, including Juxtaprose, As It Ought To Be, Cathexis Northwest Press, Inklette and Pithead Chapel. He lives with his partner in Lambertville, N
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