Lauren Badillo Milici

On the Last Good Night

before you left & I left

and the mountains soured everything—

rain came down     on that weird little hill

where your father built a house

and I, the last good woman, proof of myth,

carried you off to bed, of course.

god sent a flood, you said.

then a plague, then a fire. sins and all that. apples.

do you know it? I only know what you never

told me: how the body must starve     before

it’s small enough to take

the shape of leaving.

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Lauren Badillo Milici is a Jersey-born, Florida-raised poet and writer currently based in the Midwest. She is the author of Final Girl from Big Lucks Books. When she isn’t crafting sad poems about sex, she’s either writing or shouting into the void about film, TV and all things pop culture.