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