Space Frame #12

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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