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Embalmed
Christopher Hivner
Throw me a lifeline,
a word or deed
so I see
the light hasn’t burned out,
let me know
before I break
and all my darkness
bleeds through the crack.
Some nights
I feel snapped in two,
a pulse barely registering,
bones clacking out
a tune
for the embalmer
who waits
with a cool eye
and the patience of a man
who loves his work.
I can see you
but only in a memory,
I can hear you
in the echo chamber
of my mind
but I can’t find you
no matter how far
I reach out
and it’s all I want.
Looking for that line,
a rope, a string,
a dead-end joke,
anything
to show me
where you are.
