|The 2River View||28.1 (Fall 2023)|
i pour coffee into agave and place it on my altar.
i think of the dream of tío pepe, how i told my lover i met him.
i wanted to tell my lover that the dead are never far from me, that some of my dead
revenge never fills like it should
the time i can’t reverse,
the flowers still bud and bloom,
why would the world stop and feel your absence,
that emptiness that keeps me silent and dreaming?
|Caroline Randall is a writer from Louisville, Kentucky. She holds an MFA from California College of the Arts. Her work can be found in The Bluebird Word.|
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