Poet's Desk: when the doves sigh

Sofie Araya

Mia Gleiberman

Mia Gleiberman

i like to think you really let yourself love me



after you’d gone



i wish i could have seen it



in slow-mo,



on repeat,



over and over



i imagine it looked like doves escaping your chest



you would have sighed like a child



finally fallen asleep



but i hope it didn’t hurt you



because i still have feathers



stuck to my carnage



clumped together



mistaken for ribs