If she could write you a letter, she would say that she tried.
She’d apologize for lying, but it’s all she knew.
Lies, and want, and him.
If she could write you a note, she would say sorry for the blood.
She knows it’s a mess, but it’s all that was left.
Blood, and sadness, and black.
If she could write it all down, she’d say it was always too late.
She couldn’t be fixed, and there was nothing left.
She was nothing.
But she can’t write you a letter,
Or a note,
Or any of it down.
So I wrote her this poem
Because it’s never too late.
Because there is sun, and hope, Him.
Kimberly Barbour is a native New Yorker and moved to Florida 8 years ago. She loves books, Disney, and her cat. This is her debut poetry publication.
Bill Wolak is a poet, collagist, and photographer who has just published his eighteenth book of poetry entitled All the Wind’s Unfinished Kisses with Ekstasis Editions. His collages and photographs have appeared as cover art for such magazines as Phoebe, Harbinger Asylum, Baldhip Magazine, Barfly Poetry Magazine, Ragazine, and Cardinal Sins. His collages and photographs have appeared recently in the 2020 International Festival of Erotic Arts (Chile), 2020 Seattle Erotic Art Festival, the 2020 Dirty Show in Detroit, the 2020 Rochester Erotic Arts Festival, the 2018 Montreal Erotic Art Festival, and Naked in New Hope 2018.