After You

A fly will strike its head ninety times

before it finds an open window.


The heart beats, metronomic,

clocklike, but incorrect at all points of the day.


The spider on its web

I sit & feel


the dust not stirred by your feet,

all the doors left closed.


Colder out now,

I warm my hands around the light


of the moon

you painted on our wall.


Photo credit: Pixino via Creative Commons

About the author

Jonathan Louis Duckworth received his MFA from Florida International University. His fiction, poetry, and non-fiction appears in New Ohio Review, Fourteen Hills, Meridian, Tupelo Quarterly, Jabberwock Review, Superstition ReviewFlash Fiction Online, and elsewhere. His chapbook “Book of Never” is forthcoming with Finishing Line Press.

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