By Vincenzo Anastasia
The ravens came home
at dawn, each with a ribbon
of you in their bill
and tried, on the kitchen floor,
to tie you back together.
I went to make eggs
and found you there, breathing soft.
No way to help, I
touched your face the way I do
and watched the knots come undone.
About the Author:
Vincenzo Anastasia is a poet, photographer, and filmmaker with a BA in creative writing from Western Connecticut State University. His poems have appeared in NonBinary Review, Little Patuxent Review, and Midway Journal, among other publications. He lives in Connecticut.