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jay sheets

Painted Bones

My fingers, damp in a ruined dream,
hold tiny mirrors to her ashen face; eyes
caught like two scant fish, cast back
by tears that failed to see themselves
before the sad. Her fingers, exhume 
nude vellum word-coffins from pockets
no hands should find; starless reveries
of a prophet’s dusk, confessions of red,
green, blue asters on bones, painted
bones, morts graines d'amour, & the
rude beauty whispers—"Plant the bones,
know they’ll grow to become the flowers
ours will never be."

Jay Sheets is a current student in the writing program at Goddard College in Plainfield, Vermont, where he's also a Poetry Editor and contributor for the online literary journal, Duende. He's currently penning and editing his first chapbook. Sheets lives in Plymouth, Massachusetts.