The Dust of My Husband

My lungs once devoured
air full of your dust
and now they are addicts

in withdrawal.
I searched in your threadbare
pillow, your favorite shoes,

the ashes you left in the fireplace.
I did not find dust,
but your lovers handwritten

on a piece of yellowed paper.
There were many, and my name
was not the last on your list.


I placed your pillow
and shoes on the ashes
and lit a match.

I watched you burn –
breathed you in.

Karie Fugett’s work can be found or is forthcoming in Deep South Magazine, Vending Machine Press, Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, UPENDER, Birmingham Arts Journal, and elsewhere. She currently lives in Mobile, Alabama, where she is working on her BA in Creative Writing.

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