photo by hamed saber
After a Death
by Alice Pettway
She keeps a ruler by her bed
and measures her navel each morning.
afraid it will eat through her soft belly,
hollowing her out, caving her torso
into the widening hole.
She stops it up with gauze,
and hides it beneath her blouse,
but still stands far from the edges of rooms
to keep the wallpaper from showing through her.
Published in The Bitter Oleander, Volume 9, Number 2