By Linda Lamenza

Occasionally I text my
dead friend.

I wish
you were here.

I send up a signal.
You won’t believe what happened.

I wonder if the messages
land there,

or maybe we and our words fall
away from the Earth’s surface,

become part of the universe,
linger there.

i.m. Madeline S. McEneney, 1969-2020

About the Author

Linda Lamenza is a poet and literacy specialist in Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in Green Ink Poetry, Lily Poetry Review, San Pedro River Review, The Comstock Review, The Tishman Review, and elsewhere. Her chapbook, Left-Handed Poetry, was a finalist for Hunger Mountain's May Day Book Chapbook Series and is forthcoming with Finishing Line Press.