amy rea
Where people won’t gape
as she bronzes her skin
does the sun sink in
bleaching the bones
do the dead watch
appreciate the company
someone not grieving
someone who lies quiet
as the dead but
casual one knee up
jaunty
arm tossed carelessly
across closed eyes
as if to say
I see no more
than you do
but at least
I still feel
warm
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Amy Rea is a writer with credits in Homestead Review, Typishly, Bacopa Literary Review, and Picaroon Poetry, among others. She is a long-time Minnesota resident with a fondness for the dark side of things.