A Very Sharp Fragment
The most beautiful woman in the world
present today at the moment of this poem
is safe in a psychiatric unit maybe in Indiana
and somewhere a very sharp fragment got
stuck in the mind she got on the wrong track
years ago she conceived an idea that all of love
was poisoned and all of gaze was murderous
we are born to die and we must suffer the years
medications come and go like nervous visitors
she screams whenever someone looks at her
she reads then doodles to pass the next 30 years
calm down it’s alright you’ll never meet her.
© 2013 Rob Schackne
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