Irit

Jessica Martinez

I
turned.

I knew
what I was

doing. The grit caked
at the corners as I called out—

her name caught in my throat. Through the sand & squint, I saw

the sky bend toward those cities, then break into flame. I saw the thatched roof of our house cave
in ash beneath the black weight of brimstone: a past of which I am not ashamed, a future crystallized the moment I let go of your hand.


JESSICA MARTINEZ has had poetry published in Helix, Two Review, CahootsFogged ClarityThe Bendand Calliope. A sequence of her poems and photographs appear in Mind. She lives in Savannah, Georgia with her husband and twin boys.

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