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.