Fractured

Georgia Park

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

Life fractures like a stuffed animal

torn apart by your dog

into halves or quarters

There was the time before

you lost your mother

and the time after

There was a time I didn’t lisp

like I was deaf or retarded

but that was before

the “medical emergency”

and now, I talk like this.

Will you be the one

to listen?

The fractures

don’t have to be

from negative experiences

it could also be,

the half before you met

the beautiful girl with the lisp

and the half

after it

You know,

The happily ever after bit

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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