Having lined up her affairs,
Skin smooth in oil, preserved her
Ancient perfume resonates—
Disperses its silky depths, I dream
Of her incinerating baggage;
Replacing it with pockets.
Unanchored she leaves—
Sails the Mediterranean
Blue as newborn eyes, free as infancy
To float to the edge of the ocean &
Fall for an affection—the rite to
Dispose of unruly husbands.
A shadow hugs the water;
I don’t blame her, it is the current—
Under lies a daughter
Who will never speak of her
Or know the course to ascend—
Closure, her pockets full of stones.
Alexandra Meehan
Alexandra Meehan is a neurodivergent poet and poetry editor residing in Gainesville, Florida. Alexandra earned her BA in English from the University of South Florida in Creative Writing.She has mentored lyricists and has worked as a professional writer and as a creative director. Alexandra enjoys watching foreign films, cultivating carnivorous plants, and painting. She is enamored by wordplay and has a lifelong obsession with Emily Dickinson. Alex's work has appeared in Feminine Collective and Rhythm & Bones Lit. She has a forthcoming poetry book. Follow Alexandra on Twitter @LexMeehan
