Issue 89

Elegy

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I had a dream where I brought you back to life.
No power tools, just grief; gummy bears, my eucharist.

I refrained from paraphrasing my sadness
and planked on your grave.

The clear vowels of my cry, echoing from head-
stone to headstone; the illusion of sibling

harmony. From that cry, you rose;
I told you I was hungry. You cupped my hands

and told me about the little girl who walks past you
in heaven. The little girl, who talks about hopscotch

so softly, you think she’s crushing walnuts.



Mercedes Rodriguez is a poet from Los Angeles, CA. They are an MFA poetry candidate at North Carolina State University.

Mercedes in a black t-shirt in front of a brick wall
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