Photography © Edward S. Gault


Six Feet of Space

Even if it’s the last sentence from your mud-crusted lips
the rattle of your bones the punctuation
and the deflating whistle of your lungs a melody

Tell me you love me and mean it
even if your soul never did
moss eats you from the heart open and I wonder
whose memories they swallow

Tell me you love me to the rhythm of
wedding bells
funeral bells
everything bells
sing to me at night in the hardened breezes

Tell me you love me around teeth rotted
and melting from your mouth
a tongue punctured by maggots and bot flies
gums blackened from decay

Even if you’re gone
moved on from the worldly desire to
consume and be consumed
tell me you love me
so I can finally meet you there


Chan Brady: “I am currently finishing my final semester at Saginaw Valley State University and considering future schooling for my MFA. My future plans revolve around a novel-poetry collection hybrid.”

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma.