Reckoning

Reckoning
By Kelli Lage

On this day we mourn for my ghost.
I have spilled my teeth over your words,
blood mixes with ink.
Take your brittle bones and bury them.
Let me know when you emerge as a dove,
shooing the raven to the ashes.
Count your fingertips to make sure they are all there.

On this day I set fire to your hums.
Praying the fist of flames will bring life forth.
I am the church bell, and this is the reckoning.
Count your fingertips to make sure they’re all there.

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Kelli Lage
Poet & Photographer

Photography by Cristian Galicia