we show up in black for the funeral because hello we’ve seen the movies
shuffle our pamphlets
pose in stained light
sway (literal organ music)
ha ha, darling, amour
the tiny sandwiches are to die for!
to set this scene
thousands(!) of grieving girls
ballet flats, steam-pressed brows, fists clutching scrunched up snot tissues,
in the pews the chorus sniffles, rows and rows
an actor tries to cry, a person, a person, tries not to —
Cover Art: In the Beginning, by Adriano Marinazzo
Leigh Lucas is a poet and writer in San Francisco. She holds an MFA from Warren Wilson and a BA from Stanford in Creative Writing. Winner of AWP’s 2020 Kurt Brown Prize for an emerging poet and a 2021 Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems appear in Smartish Pace, The Tusculum Review, Driftwood, and LEON Literary Review, among others. She has been awarded residencies at Tin House Summer Workshop, Community of Writers in Olympic Valley, and Kenyon Review Writers Workshop. She is at work on her first poetry collection, a lyric essay about love and loss.
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