I kissed you from the left, after
you debunked the afterlife;
she kissed me from the left, as if to neutralize
you were warned by text of horsemen,
you were warned by text of flames;
she begged me to drown with her but
she found the sea too cold.
you saw and you believed when
she slid Virginia Woolf under the door
over and over again.
Emily McKay is an English MA and MLitt graduate of the University of Saint Andrews, and her writing has appeared in Shenandoah, Glimmer Train, Zarf, and others. She now works as an electrical calibration technician in California where she lives with her husband, rabbit, and two glorious cats Duva and Franz Katka.