Hacking Death – Lynette Esposito

My friend, Sean, said
in a poem, he could hear
his dead father’s bones singing.
When December comes, your birthday
month, the air whistles
through the snow laden boughs
and I think it is you
on your way home.

Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.

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