When I Broke

When I broke, the angels laughed
because they knew they'd get another chance at me.

When I broke, the icecaps melted
and a warming trend began.

When I broke, the air shattered
and a dying wish was granted.

When I broke, my heart was the hardest part to find,
since it had been eaten by cannibals.

When I broke, the connection between elements
became less dense, so that the particles around the edges
were no longer sure of their loyalty toward the center.

When I broke, the pieces scattered all over the country.
In some states, there are more than in others.
I'm trying to retrieve them in stages,
lifting them to the surface
slowly so I won't get the bends,
in order to patch together
a coherent framework
of memory, to somehow
extrapolate enough from the
overall content to segue
past the parts that were lost
[deletia]
hopefully: ending up
with a working model brain
that has at least some semblance
of being human and female,
and a fair perception of its life
along a parallel (if not linear)
plane. (one zero one zero zero one one)


Copyright © 2001 by Karen Thompson
Previously appeared in Wired Hearts

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