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 Memories Fragmented by Sasha Bronner For Now by Dustin Brookshire Untitled by Tim Kuhn Calling From Eternity by Mallory Westhoff I want a world... by Emma Suzanne Barrett submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Memories Fragmented by Sasha Bronner Age: 17 And all that I can remember Like safety pins poking at my skin Memories fragmented out of order And lost between years of 7 and 12 I retracted Pulled myself inside Bit my lip to stop my mouth Watching him block the doorway. All I can remember Memories meticulous as drops running down a rainy windshield Temporarily wiped away with blades of avoidance, But dripping once again With just one slight glance away. Moody brother Understanding mother And me. Years of listening, training, memorizing footsteps, When to pretend to sleep When to tell him to go. Hoping to be busy, out of the house, Gone away from feuds of insignificance Blown up into my infuriating but passive resistance. All I can remember: Physically frozen, internally seething He standing in the doorway Me - barely breathing. Angry brother Mediating mother And me. Decade of fear turned into Separating, neglecting, Hoping he will grow out of it soon Like the asthma of early childhood. Older still, Now awkward conversation and Arguments coated with dread. Pushed him back through the door, slammed closed. Loud music to drown out the knocking, The banging, the pounding, Shattering of mirror bolted to the door. Glass broken, the Reflections fragmented in 20 different directions. Without the will to piece it back together He sleeps stomach-down on the floor. Now standing on my bed I see him underneath the crack of my door. All I can remember Suicidal brother Worried-sick mother And me. All I will remember, Remind myself not to forget. |
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