Poetry from Amy DeBellis

Photo: Alexander Gray

Lazarus

When you come back, I’ll be
ready. No more murky mornings;
no more cindery coffee, sinking
half-lucid into the dreaming day.
I’ll sculpt my bed into a morgue,
a monastery. No sheets, no softness,
just cold metal that stings like the cry
of a bird: the only way to unravel
my memories, to guide you home
from the bone-choked soil. The only way
back to flickering kisses over your
unending body. No better place to witness
reality and its bending apart, this backwards
rapture.
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Amy DeBellis is a writer from New York. Her work has appeared in journals including Pithead Chapel, Write or Die, Flash Frog, HAD, Pinch, and Monkeybicycle. Her debut novel is forthcoming from CLASH Books in February 2025. Read more at amydebellis.com.