The Broken Window

This is a new poem. It’s fresh, so it’s not polished. But that’s where I am right now, so there’s that.

The Broken Window


When your world spins
penny sided, copper streaked
like blood from the runway slit
on his wrist when he landed
on the other side
of the window
when he cried and told you
the truth of his heart
threw it at you like a bible
the corner piercing into your motherhood
a sacrifice til the blood ran
copper streaked and dizzy with his
stitches in the ER at 1:00 a.m. his
pretty nurse making him
hold still, a moment,

one moment
and you watched as he
centrifuged down circling
circling around and down
and then he

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