EULOGY FOR SOMETHING, PARABLE OF NOTHING
Stella Georgian
Purified
or destroyed,
I feel myself
slipping
under the gentle
buzz
of the hospital lights, reaching up towards
piercing sanctity, waiting
for sanity to wash over
my hands, sticky with blood, sticky with memory,
wanting to cry, I shrug
and crumple another pamphlet into my purse, like
making an archive: drink ticket, hotline numbers I probably won’t call,
bubblegum-pink vape, dirty underwear, dirty victim, too late, so much
blood, the detective’s words still
hanging in the air: So, she cleared her throat and
said my name,
What did we learn from this?
I cross my legs and try
to cough up some chronology,
unable to name what
I’m mourning, but feel it, there
my mind, fragmentary
like a blurry, open wound
still
there must be something
part of me
hopes,
waiting for passion
still
stuck with grief,
I just watch
as my insides become: EVIDENCE
carefully
sealed in tiny plastic bags
parts of me
know,
this will all amount to nothing
Stella Georgian is a Greek-American writer based in New York. She was a winner of the Fresh New Voices Poetry Competition in 2019.