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Hope In A Yellow Dress

Amy Schreibman Walter

You have to grieve for him—
they tell her all the time.

But he is not dead. He sends her emails—
modern day love letters, full of ellipses.

Hope takes pictures of herself
in her yellow dress, radiant.

She sends him the images, her eyes full—
naive, ready with belief.

Grief dresses herself—pillbox hat,
itchy black netting.

Hope has a hat like that; it gathers dust,
shes never worn it.

Grief is surely for widows—wrinkled faces,
crows feet behind Jackie O glasses.

Hope remembers resting
her head on his chest, his heartbeat in her ear.

You have to grieve for him—
they tell her all the time.

But he is not dead. He texts her sometimes—
tiny telegrams, Xs and empty spaces.

Amy Schreibman Walter is an American poet living in London. Her work has appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic, and her debut chapbook, Coney Island and Other Places, was published by Lulu Press in 2013. Amy co-edits the online magazine here/there: poetry.

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ISSUE THREE: Alertly Messy

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