voicemails from the casket, Marta Špoljar
CW: mentions of death
call off the funeral –
i said, i changed my mind, i said,
i am not dying. call off the guests,
i want time alone with you. call off
the embalmers, the catering, keep just
the flowers. i'll pay for them. call it
an apology. call it a romantic gesture, just
call me back. i am sorry, i swear,
i swear i changed my mind. i am not dead
and i am not dying. i am never putting
you through this again. every grave,
i will crawl out of. every urn,
i will spill back into your arms. so many times
i have walked out on you. as many times, you
let me back in. this is the last time
i will ask this of you, just
call off the funeral – don't let them bury me
don't let them burn me out of our future.
call off the funeral, call off the mortuary,
i know you hear me calling, let me in again.
while my limbs are still warm.
Marta Špoljar is a translation student from Zagreb, Croatia. Her poetry has appeared in Anti-Heroin Chic and Pollux Journal and she can be found running social media for The Wondrous Real Magazine. Words she cannot put into poetry she tweets from @shhhhhpoljar.