Fragile Things
my boyfriend asked me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
Glass
Hearts
Bones
the wineglass i threw at the wall
shards of glass in the expensive carpet
because you kept pushing pushing pushing
born with a heart murmur
doctor talk for not fully formed
pulsing pulsing pulsing
bones that cracked
and i said nothing because i couldn't be
weak weak weak
my boyfriend as me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
Glass
Hearts
Bones
broken bits of mirror
because her collarbones stand out but she’s still too
fat fat fat
heart that can't keep up
racing towards an explosion it
hammers hammers hammers
bones that won’t produce enough blood
you bleed and you don’t heal you’re
dying dying dying
my boyfriend asked me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
Glass
Hearts
Bones
the porch door
slammed too hard because you’re
angry angry angry
a heart attack
his doctor said stop drinking and he
didn't didn't didn't
bones crunch when you hit that wall
a closed fist that needs to hit something
hard hard hard
my boyfriend asked me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
People
People
People
my grandfathers ashes in an urn
the closest we’ve ever been
his body in the ebony casket
the last time i saw him he was so close to healthy
a phone call from the school administration
she killed herself live on Facebook
my boyfriend asked me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
You
Copyright © Laurel Moore | Year Posted 2017
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