Day to Day Adrienne Unger Each night begins with dreams of you, bright and cutting. I seek them out, I am hungry for them. I feast on simple moments we ignored together. I revel in the sensation of your hyena laughter, your cold feet shoved under my calves, the scent of your neck as we slept. Each morning is spent packing the powder husk of myself into this urn of skin and bones, to bear the burden of condolences, the siege of mourners, their lobbing recollections, and consoling embraces that turns me into brittle stone, mortared by the passage of each day and imaginings of you.
The Fall 2015 edition of FLARE: The Flagler Review, literary journal of Flagler College in St. Augustine, Fla.