Photo by Silver Alexander

Epithet

A Poem On Miscarriage

at 4am i am haunted
by the image of part of me
flushed down the toilet

ordinariness

but the fish we gave a proper burial at sea
and said words —
“goodbye and goodnight”

death is a dirty ritual

i want to meet her
and find out what her name is

and say i’m sorry —

i didn’t know what i was doing
i don’t know if that’s enough

and i love you
and your name, does it mean beautiful?