Sarah Herrin

The Resurrection

Our mutual fantasy of
“I will return to you”
Has been resurrected
And martyred
A thousand times.

Like Frankenstein’s bride,
Black and blue,
In ever-loving stitches,
Back from the dead,
“You haven’t seen the last of me yet.”

In past lives
And troubled times,
“Because I feel you,”
I’ll always be waiting
For our next reincarnation.