Bear My Broken

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sidestep the manhole
cover
visible crack in the thick
disk
they’ve been known
to split wide
swallow whole
the woman
with red, unadorned cup
falling from graceful
into plastic bags
and gobs
would he still spit
if this was his bed
cemented
under foot
resting uneasy
by the smell of fresh donuts
while heels and trains clack
alarms
to be ignored
in a land trumped
by an illusion of bootstraps
may be best
to burn

December 2015
Julie Ayers

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