Pockets of Continuity

Edit contact: Jen
Delete
Yes No

No
36 years old,
I can’t believe you are gone.

I found your obituary on the Internet
after googling to see what you were up to,
not having been in touch for a while.

Edit contact: Mum
Delete
Yes No

No
Five years
And I still can’t do it.

Do I need these black holes to go to
as if you are somehow still alive?

Hit delete and shut it down.

 
 
 
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #33: Last Sentences, which required that the last sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.

 
 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lucy Cotter is internationally published as an arts writer and currently wandering into several genres, including poetry, speculative fiction and ficto-theory. She is based in Portland, Oregon.

 

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