Poetry of Issue #8        Page 54

The sun is a hot bruise

The sun is a hot bruise
by Carrie Magness Radna

The sun is a hot bruise,
lighting up the now cold bed
where we once laid—

Even though
I will never tell you
where I’ve been,

I will wait forever
for you to call out
my name again

as I search your name across the sky.
Our names could have been entwined,
sheltered from the jealous sun—

but you disappeared
with any possible future plans.
I now lie in this bed, used.

  Carrie Magness Radna