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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Joanna Cleary's work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Cicada Magazine, The Temz Review, and Subterranean Blue Poetry. She is also currently a Poetry Editor for Inklette Magazine.

Joanna Cleary

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On Your Funeral

i don't like angles. i round you
into love and whole numbers.
your flesh like a zero. your flesh
like infinity. your body. outside,
i think of the sun. i think of a hole
undone to be a hole no longer,
unpacked dirt shoveled back
to its birthing place. a time ago:
i love you. i would purse myself.
i would variable my body and
wait. each rounded dot hanging
above the equals sign: reveries
of chalkboards we too must erase
and leave smears of palm against
dust. your flesh outside playing
by the fields in the restless sun.