- Let It Be Lost
Click for larger view
View full resolution
[End Page 18]
Let it be lost.Let it be litter.Let it be put out on a Tuesday night.Let it be left over.
Let it be donated, scavenged, swappedAt a meeting.Let it be shelved improperlyBeside chipped flatware.
Let it be swept. Let it lieSleeping.Let it dream of broken piecesIn a dustpan.
Let it be sliced and peeled like a tin canOr dragged from a fender.Let it be washed across a toxic streamFilling with silt, amoeba, coin.
Let it be punctured.Let it be crushed.Let it be sick and neverRecover.
Only let it be done!—But let it be art—I am saying goodbyeTo my lover. [End Page 19]
helen hofling is a Baltimore-based writer, editor, and artist. She is the winner of Arts & Letters’ 2021 Unclassifiable Contest, and her chapbook green light stories is forthcoming from dancing girl press. Her work can also be found in Berkeley Poetry Review, Electric Literature, Epiphany, Peripheries, Prelude, and elsewhere.