Midwinter Requiem by Erin Cisney


Midwinter Requiem


you; indecipherable in that static

the broadest slice of a pen


couldn’t assimilate you into this universe.

January is the worst time to apologize,


swing of an axe in the dark broom

of tomorrow, my heart - silent


waiting out the interim blues and cold,

a winter of self-loathing where once


you were the warmest flesh

on a street corner, when once


I kept your picture side by side

with my mother’s, desilvered


because I don’t know that woman.

but I know you, the careful keep


of nightfall in your eaves, a crust

of crystalline in the black


of your eyelashes, backlit

under the heaviest constellations.


quietly, the galaxy is sewing light

into the milky expanse


of our irrevocable future,

no thought for us or our prophecies,


just a passive machine

meticulously eating the night.



Erin Cisney




Erin Cisney is a poet from Lancaster, Pennsylvania who’s work has appeared in such places as Spry Lit Journal, rust & moth and Literary Orphans, among others. Her first collection of poetry, Anatomy Museum, was released in Jan 2020 by Unsolicited Press. Twitter: @erin_cisney


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