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.

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