by Alex Carrigan
This year for Lent,
I will lay a Lenten rose
on your doorstep every day.
I know you’ve come to forget me,
but I hope that once you have a vase
of forty thriving and wilting roses,
you will have some idea of who I was
and why you found it necessary to let
the memory of me wash away with
the ash on your
forehead.
Alex Carrigan (he/him) is a Pushcart-nominated editor, poet, and critic from Alexandria, VA. He is the author of Now Let’s Get Brunch (Querencia Press, 2023) and May All Our Pain Be Champagne (Alien Buddha Press, 2022). He has appeared in SoFloPoJo, Cotton Xenomorph, Bullshit Lit, and more. Visit carriganak.wordpress.com or follow him on Twitter @carriganak for more info.
