Heather Wishik Poetry Collection
“My vertebrae, sternum, right pelvis. Someday I too will bend, be unable to stand, sway, dance in the breeze.”
“My vertebrae, sternum, right pelvis. Someday I too will bend, be unable to stand, sway, dance in the breeze.”
“What if they’re free, getting the best parts of me, and the rest, even better. Pieces of their own making.”
“I am not the only one battling demons. We are the remains of the day. The longing and horror of despair.”
“Birds will peck apart my life, scraps blown like snowy leaves, blue-veined paper reduced to pulp by early winter rain.”
“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”
“what if you never said sorry for taking up the space you hold, you no longer nursed your pain like a fever-high toddler.”
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