We all live
that moment
over and over
in a fluke
went under
and came back into
where we never wanted to enter –
a society we never wanted
to join
a split world
abbreviated
hyphenated.
Stubborn life against a brick wall,
like a snail, follows along,
persistent,
close to the ground—
that shiny trail, evidence
in the morning
of one who makes a path
out of their insides.
BROKEN
There are people who never
see their children broken
like trees.
There are people who gloat
on their expertise, endurance and luck,
and some who think it is all due
to being good, being smart, being tough
to being fast –moving between history’s speeding vehicles—
the tragedies rise to the surface
like soup scum, like cream.
In spite of narratives
that have prepared us,
we never see it coming.
Amaranth Pavis has been published in Long Shot, Confrontation, Left Curve, The New York Quarterly and many other journals. She worked in an oil refinery as a pipefitter for fourteen years, and as a special education teacher for twelve years. She has a Masters in English and Special Education, and has worked as an adjunct English professor in area colleges. She has four grown children.
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