"Talking to the Dead"
What was it you used to say to me
I’m not sure what it is about spring
in the morning over the paper, over coffee?
that makes me uneasy.
What was it you used to say to me
Perhaps it’s all the popping of petals
in the lines around your eyes, around mouth?
out of thin brown branches,
What was it you used to say to me
the mud that won’t let go of your heels
at night with our heads resting on pillows,
the soft unsteady loam where tender grass greens.
the back of our fingers touching.
Perhaps it is that autumn has come too soon
What was it you used to say?
turning this beginning into an end.
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Alissa Sammarco uses cinematic imagery to freeze those moments in time and evoke the feeling of revisiting them. She traces the common threads in relationships to find the extraordinary. Her work has appeared in Sheila-Na-Gig, Black Moon Magazine, Change Seven, Quiet Diamonds, The Main Street Rag, Stone Canoe, VIA: Voices in Italian Americana, Rat’s Ass Review, Yearling, the 2021 and 2022 Lexington Poetry Month Anthologies, and elsewhere. She is the author of two chapbooks, Beyond the Dawn and I See Them Now (Turning Point). Three additional books will be released by Finishing Line Press and Turning Point in 2024 and 2025. Alissa lives and practices law in Cincinnati, Ohio. www.AlissaSammarco.com.