Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 123 in June, 2010.
i come from a long line of broken women.
womb weary, wearing medicated eyes.
piano bench bruises and pavement illusions
are our legacy.
Us women, we fight the bottles
fight the thunder
fight the men that leave fireworks
on our arms.
Us women soak our souls in gin
and ask Jesus for a reminder.
We broken women weave our fragmented path
walk on shards, and dance on loneliness.
us women are broken.
we come from broken.
we’ll be broken.