after Man in Blue I, Francis Bacon, 1954
Taylor Brunson
imagine dark widens
like a film in the mouth
of the room / there is nothing
to be said of sorrow or
loneliness / consecrated absence
of all that must be gone
without / knowing how high
the cost and who is tasked
with paying / this is why I know
what I am impoverished
of any offering to be made
pleasured in paying up / again
o again admitted fault / I know
all I have taught you to do
to others / what dues they are yet
to face were always mine
tell them to hold my place
at the table / I mean to
make good on all I owe
Taylor Brunson is a poet whose work has been featured in perhappened, Moist Poetry Journal, and The Ex-Puritan. She serves as an assistant poetry editor for Four Way Review and an assistant nonfiction and poetry editor for Nashville Review. Taylor can be found on Twitter, @taylor_thefox.

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