it’s8.47amandi’vealreadybrokenmymother’sheart.i listenedyesterday,
asintelligentpeoplespokeaboutthefact
thatwithoutanythingelsehappening,
butthegrowingupthatis inevitable,allparentswillhavetheirheartsbrokenbytheirchildrenit didn’tmakemefeelanybetter
as i heardcrackssplinterandgrowandbreakintosomanytinyfragmentsit’s8.47andit’salreadytime
tolayeggshellsonthefloor,
arrangingthemdelicatelyinshapes
sturdyenoughtosteponasi
treadaroundthiswoundedvitalorgani cradlethepiecesinmyhands
asthetimeticksoverto8.55liketheking’shorsesandmen,
i willneverbeabletoputbacktogether
thatwhichi havebrokennobandagesnorbacktrackingcanrejointissuefissured
bytheambiguouslossof
progenyturnedpersonHIGHLYCOMMENDEDWRITERS’ AWARD XXIII:
BEING HUMAN
Writers’ Award XXIII: being humangrowing
pains
by Leona Hannah Cohen