Sarah Lillus

April’s Burial


Heavy shovel fit for grave digging,

your gray eyes, the way you shuffled

about carefully like an older man.


You never visited Virginia, a place

I never feel stuck like I did back home,

a box filled with solitude,


boredom as the color blue.

Harsh winters where we fell

against our bones.


I dig the hole, throw lucky

stones in first. Then your body,

no heavy doubt, no ache.


Then petals, small white pieces

that will know you until

a delicate decay.


I break for black tea

before the final dirt.

Earth covers you, nature’s tarp,


the cloth on your body disappears,

your complacent face. You’ve already left us,

stranded birds in winter, our wings unable to lift.


Sarah Lilius is the author of four chapbooks including the two most recent, GIRL (dancing girl press, 2017), and Thirsty Bones (Blood Pudding Press, 2017). Some of her publication credits include the Denver Quarterly, Bluestem, Tinderbox, Luna Luna Magazine, Entropy, and Flapperhouse. Her website is