person Sarah Nichols, three poems
Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of eight chapbooks, including She May Be a Saint (Porkbelly Press, 2019), and This is Not a Redemption Story (Dancing Girl Press, 2018.) Her poems and essays have also appeared in Five:2:One Magazine, the Ekphrastic Review, Drunk Monkeys, and FreezeRay.
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After My Mother’s Death, “Mother” and “Death” Become Predictive Text
My mother is
My mother was
My mother is nowhere
She is everywhere
In the predictive text of my tongue, she is
abandonment
My mother’s body is ash in
a blue marble box
I did not see my mother’s soul ascend to heaven
when she died
My mother is without pain now
My mother is gone
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After My Mother’s Death, I Eat at Chipotle
I take a seat in the back. The
lunch time crowd is thinning, and I
wonder if I can eat
grief…
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