Night Depository

by M.J. Iuppa

Nearly midnight, I can barely believe it’s true. The news touched me in the same way your hand did – once again, it passed over the length of my body. Did I turn to salt or marble or ash when you said you wanted to love me for a long time? I’m bankrupt. Civil words fold into a sealed envelope. Beneath the streetlight, I hesitate, knowing what once made me furious in love became death’s subtraction.


M.J. Iuppa is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College.

1 comment:

Lynn said...

I love the mystery of your story. I don't know St. John Fisher College, but they are lucky to have you. JMHO.

Take care,