“The Graduate”


Below is a piece I have submitted to a couple literary journals. Your comments and feedback would be much appreciated 🙂

The Graduate

Let’s lift her like a coffin.
Your hands can shackle ankles,
Mine will collar a neck.

Let’s carry her down the hill
To a field beside a ditch.
Before she drops, push her legs in.
Fold her like a lawn chair.


– DaHv

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