Death
For Eddie
By Dillon Mullenix
one day
they just start
dying
everyone
you knew
their ghosts
they sing me to sleep
i can see all their faces
baked into the loaves
of my bread
with each flaky bite
a cryptic message is
deciphered
but the holes
in our hearts
fill with airless
esotericisms
as they pass on
into tomorrow
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Intriguing way of describing change, such as coming of age, in the onlooker. The people “you knew” die off yet remain, close, though at a remove. I really like the image of seeing their faces “baked into the loaves of my bread.”