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Broken Heel?

Broken Heel?

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Broken Heel? It was done out of anger and not out of respect. The heel from my boot died at the bottom of the stairs. Fixable, but frus..
Head

Head

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Head His strength is all that I can handle, a bundle of nerves, cut just rite, and close to the heart. Arms that are good for holding, and..
Piece

Piece

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Piece With every step taken a piece is left behind, dropping off like beads from last years mardi gras. Slipping off in the shower down t..
Blindfold

Blindfold

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Blindfold It was the start of something significant, with a touch of underlying courage. Blood red in the bathtub, same as; bathing every..
Momo

Momo

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Momo A moment passed and then another, she looked so surprised to see me, though she has a thousand times. The Nuns call her Lou smiling ..
Pockets

Pockets

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Pockets The bitterness of morning, and a thin crust of bread, a breakfast telegraphed by the rubbing of nickels in an old mans pockets. ..
Dirt

Dirt

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Dirt Tasteless, as peeking around corners, gripping at the straws in a strangers scotch and water. Being thoroughly dissolved in the wrong ..
Novelty Act

Novelty Act

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Novelty Act It seems that the novelty has worn off, or at least worn thin; formative as a common bell. No more questions or adequate loo..
Brothers

Brothers

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Brothers Always in the process of uprooting, I have everything to gain but acceptance. And in my right hand I hold my two sons, in the le..
Awkward

Awkward

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Awkward It’s the pose that is awkward, pressed against the door jamb every night always makes my back hurt, and my feelings. The soun..
I.E.

I.E.

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


I.E. Is it often satisfactory, to think it natural that I comes before E, and that words grow as plants, some filled with poison. Then it m..
Excess

Excess

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Excess Older in person then the photographs I am portrayed in, a bit of silver in my hair, not unlike Superman’s mother. My rubbing..
Statue

Statue

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Statue An uneasy moving target, the only psychopath in the room. It’s the blood on the fingertips that gives him away, ominous real..
Sweat

Sweat

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Sweat It was the first of many nightmares, the sweet sweat in the corners of someone else’s eyes. A beggar in the bathroom, the paper..
Gia

Gia

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Gia Applauded for her convictions, she named her children after characters from black and white westerns, the good ones of course. She si..
Movement

Movement

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Movement How long shall we stand here, still? As bitter as the buttercup, bound by the morals buried in tobacco pipes of bureaucrats and doc..
Plaid

Plaid

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Plaid It's as hard to believe as a freshman on campus, bells and whistles and bubble gum. An afterthought from the smoke of a freshly ..
Limestone

Limestone

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Limestone Perching on rocks her favorite past time, considering; the bottle over the buck. With only a shoe left on the right foot, her to..
Sales Pitch

Sales Pitch

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Sales Pitch Well established in front of puddle water, it is almost as embarrassing the regurgitated words found on every sidewalk. A ..
Glass

Glass

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Glass If the meaning in the words escape intrusion, and a thoughtful tone sets glass ideals in motion, it is the indignity of standing in ..