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.
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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