TY - JOUR
AU1 - Gill, Caleb
AB - Growing up, a picture hung above your tub that probably haunts every small-town peddlers mall— the profile of a woman in her bath claiming a warm one cures all. You’d say the same of the ocean— no illness outlasts a longful soak. Salt rids the body of sickness. Having walked from Kentucky to this beach in Virginia I stand now blistered of low tide, let the sores that are my feet bury— 58 as you would—completely still, sinking deep into sand. Just south of Richmond I caught word that you decided to forego the feeding tube— arranged to phone you upon reaching the coast. Though time takes no mercy. And your hour struck— leaving me lodged with guilt and goodbye in my throat. Here facing the seam that stitches sea to sky, having last missed the chance to hear your voice, I curse the lump for years you kept secret— in the same breath praise you at ease alongside. 59 For no further the wither— deep-set disease, months spent in vain fettered to machines, no longer raised arteries pumped full of ice— no more fierce cries for and at god. An easy whisper on the thin of a breeze— 
TI - In the Weeping Sift
JF - Appalachian Review
DA - 2019-05-29
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/university-of-north-carolina-press/in-the-weeping-sift-ztklW1nnT3
SP - 58
EP - 60
VL - 47
IS - 1
DP - DeepDyve
ER -