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the dead ask of me

by Marisca Pichette

the dead ask of me

why do you scorn us?

why, every day, you shut out the cold,

the dark, the filth—

        everything that serves as

        memory: where you were

                       where we are

        where you will be.

hinges snap and they ask and ask—

what made you hate the earth? What

made you hate

decay and hurt and worms?

What made you loathe to glimpse

our faces filled with soil?

What made you, after all?

the door closes over my head

and they ask me—beg me—

just one favor.

Take your fingers

and dig deep into our flesh.

Take a handful of us

and smell the freshness

of time.

About the Author

Marisca Pichette is a queer author whose work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Fireside Magazine, Room Magazine, Ligeia Magazine, PseudoPod, and Plenitude Magazine, among others. Her debut poetry collection, Rivers in Your Skin, Sirens in Your Hair, is forthcoming in spring 2023 from Android Press. Find her on Twitter as @MariscaPichette and Instagram as @marisca_write.

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