To Quell Your Curiosity

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I don’t see you dangling in the distance, rising in
     unfettered crowds, enveloped by a smoky, steel-blue haze,
          with melancholy jazz instrumentals, riffing with hot licks.

 

Your face no longer lingers in the shadow of the hollow moon;
     the crease from your furrowed brow has softened, now that your
          reflection has disappeared from my morning coffee.

 

The cracks and crevices of your chiseled face have slowly melted,
     replaced by these proverbial weathered lines, leaving only empty spaces,
          open holes, where life bone-sucked you dry.

 

Tomorrow, always uncertain, but for now,
     there is only now, and words,
          emptying into these fractured lines,
               buried in a dustbowl of memories. 

 

Jill Rachel Jacobs is a Pushcart-nominated poet whose poetry has been featured namely in The Muddy River Review, The Varnish Journal, Lost Coast Review and Ygdrasil: A Journal of The Poetic Arts.

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