Packing Boxes
by and published in Edition Nine of Pomegranate
We don’t have a language, so much
as an unraveling tautology of who lied
tonight. I heard your lips got bruised
when you turned your cheek
to the long tunnel of my voice-
a boulder of echoes that still throbs
in the darkness of tomorrow’s pages.
I’ll leave nothing here
that you’ll miss- and every time
the day dims down, separating
the moment we met from the hour
I forgot your name, remember
to appear composed (eyes closed)
trying to occupy space.
Stephanie Liverani
Stephanie Liverani holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green, OH (USA). She currently lives and works in Chicago, IL as an editorial assistant for an educational publishing house.