“That Girl”
A few months past
the fact, the internet
suggests breaking something.
Have you tried
smashing a glass
making noise
boxing, jogging
journaling, forgiving?
I try not to make a habit of it
or I will never have a clean plate
to eat off of again.
I choose the white one
with three green rings around
the edges. I broke it,
and cleaned the shards up,
still feeling pricked by the smallest pieces
my eyes couldn’t protect me from.
The next night
I stayed up until 5 AM scrubbing
the walls of my shower.
Later, I learned,
there is nothing
I can break or bleed
scrub or scorn
that will heal me
the way sharing a sidwalk
with you and starring
straight down my path
almost broke me–
until I called out within myself
I am free.
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this is a powerful piece. i love how smashing dishes is somehow anticlimactic here. I’m focused in on those slivery shards of aftermath. wow.