Leaving Leaving this Earth, leaving everything, leaving this relationship, leaving friendships, leaving this situation- leaving my soul: snowdrops, trees with gnome doors, grape hyacinth leaves stretching above the grass, all the annuals, and the perennials already planted. I will not see your warm, dirty birth, forgive me, this does not mean I don’t love you. You see, with all that is going on here, leaving is better than staying. I have no fancy fórcola attached to my boat, this is not an oar, but a stick – I hear no opera in the thick, just the breeze detaching leaves, fool’s gold floating on water. I have not washed my hair in weeks, it hangs in streaks, battered branches. I’m Ophelia in Dickinson white. This dress does not fit, like most things. Goodbye. Nancy Byrne Iannucci Nancy Byrne Iannucci is the author of Temptation of Wood (Nixes Mate Review 2018). Her poems have appeared in a number of publications including Gargoyle, Ghost City Press, Clementine Unbound, Three Drops from a Cauldron, 8 Poems, Glass: A Journal of Poetry (Poets Resist), Hobo Camp Review, and Typehouse Literary Magazine. Nancy is a Long Island, NY native who now resides in Troy, NY where she teaches history at the Emma Willard School.
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