Francine Witte

When I'm Done

folded over, suitcase-sized,
nothing left but a small death
mountain, melted down to
a skeleton, me without skin
or blood or lips. When I’m me
without me. Nothing but clavicle
and fibula, nothing left to hide
behind, when I’m left
to be the me everyone
could always see, and me
the last to know.

Francine Witte is a poet and a flash fiction writer who is the author of four poetry chapbooks, two flash fiction chapbooks, and one full length poetry collection. She's also a blogger, reviewer, and photographer, and is a former english teacher. She lives in New York City.
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