Portrait of My Lover in Grief

Hollie Hardy 

on the 13th day I crawl
into a sugar packet and wait
for someone to find me
a new body, a new career
the blister on my motivation
weeps like a childhood
because it is 2am
and we’re at a gas station
my heart weeps for the dead
everything dead
was once living
we didn’t get these scars
from being quiet
we didn’t get this old
from being kind
we didn’t get this
fire from being charred
like burnt sugar
we are punished
with violence we
don’t understand
we wait for courage
weep tears of ash
count brûléed bodies
we can’t unsee

HOLLIE HARDY

HOLLIE HARDY

HOLLIE HARDY is a poet, educator, and award-winning author of Lions Like Us (Red Light Lit Press, 2024) and How to Take a Bullet, And Other Survival Poems (Punk Hostage Press, 2014). She holds an MFA in Poetry from SFSU and teaches private poetry workshops online. She is the founder of Praxis Poetry and host of the long-running monthly reading series Saturday Night Special, a Virtual Open Mic. Publications include The Common, Fourteen Hills, ColossusEleven Eleven, Alchemy, Caesura, Synkroniciti, Poetry Super Highway, sPARKLE & bLink, Parthenon West Review, and other journals. She lives in Austin, TX.

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