An Offering

Anthony Blake

I keep some loose change in the attic

when the gravity shifts           I hear it scrape past

chifferobe       sounds of wood on      metal

old newspapers         sounds of paper on     metal

the pipes        sounds of metal on      metal

 

this sound is the worst

there is nothing more bone-flinching         than things that close

in on themselves       things that crash against opposites are

more tolerable.

 

                                   And you

when I heard you crash         sounds of flesh on   flesh

on flesh           there was no stillness           no nativity

only bereavement in falsetto

 

 

Anthony Blake recently graduated from Centre College with a BA in English. He works as Marketing & Editorial Assistant at Sarabande Books in Louisville, Kentucky, and also serves as an Editor for literary magazine A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.

 

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