For Marya, Who Sunbathes in Graveyards

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.