- Vol. 07
- Chapter 04
Flat Line
Help her to understand
this scattering of light,
how blue travels in small,
short waves and the sidewalk
seems to swallow the sky,
sometimes
and she is left
to wonder if her shadow
will ever free itself
from the slick surface
of the street where twice
she stopped
breathing.
She wants
to know if this is what
she’ll carry with her, always,
scars of a stranger’s battle,
her body a map of someone
else’s mistakes
and destined
Flat Line
never to get away, to lament
the cerulean, the gray,
a rust of metal pulled
apart, split like the sternum,
saw-cut cage pried open
to rouse the heart.