“I appreciate your honesty,”


the first text read.


As more roll in,


bubbles of blue idly dropping onto a gleaming screen,


I run to the sink and wash every dish, spoon, fork, and especially


knife until my hands dry out.


This way, when I read my death sentence


from you, only one thing in my apartment


will make me feel ashamed.




Hayley Hudson’s poems have been featured at the Difficult to Name Reading Series in Manhattan and are forthcoming in escarp. She is on Twitter @hayhud. 

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Cover Photo: Mark Chadwick (https://www.flickr.com/photos/markchadwick/)