Moon Face
Elly Luisa Salah | Poetry
Communication was painful. The resignation letter was penned in my blood. The boss
asked for my final statement before becoming a ripe tomato, swinging from swollen vines.
I stood in the field where he’d once come back to me—years after the first punch—to ask
a favor. In that field, I waited. I waited for rain & I waited for wood to rot & I waited w/
words slicking my tongue like hot oil. I stayed in our last home, a farmhouse, til the city
shut the power off & every wick ran out of hope. The last cutting of Kentucky bluegrass.
The last fuck. The last had no words.
The last
had a moon face
& that’s all I can remember.
Elly Luisa Salah is an MFA candidate in Poetry at Bowling Green State University. Elly received a BA from the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, where she studied Sociology and Creative Writing. Elly is the daughter of Algerian & Danish Immigrants. Her work has been featured or is forthcoming in Revolute Literary Magazine, Strange Horizons, Taos Journal of Poetry, and others. She is also an assistant editor for MAR, co-managing the Mid-American Review blog.