Split Aubade with Cutlip Minnows

The fish are singing she is swimming alone
again. Here the night is long and unruffled, a spill of black
hair down the back. This is what autumn can do,
if you are willing to wait long enough. The moon drifts through
the sky like a lost boat without a bell. The stars are listless
and still as fireflies caught in a net of mist. When it will finally
split open into the dawn of your face, I will know instantly
that you love me. My heart will fill with sand. On the shore,
you are holding me by my summer name, like a mason jar greening
with rain. You have learned to be this gentle, now that it's suddenly
too late. Even those last clouds will billow and then break like lace
against the horizon. It is morning and I must tell you exactly how to forget me.

JM Farkas has work appearing in Hanging Loose, Painted Bride Quarterly, Rust+Moth, The Westchester Review and Forklift, Ohio. Her first book of blackout poetry, Be Brave: An Unlikely Manual for Erasing Heartbreak is forthcoming in April 2018. (

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