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cardboard and duct tape (never enough)

by Rachelle Howe

"you're always running.
are you ever going to stay?"


she pleaded; those hazel eyes
full of false illusions, begging for
another glimpse at a quasi rehabilitated world.

cardboard and duct tape encompass
our cracking china, and we
are the set designers of a fabricated,
convenient truth.

"it's not in me."

and who is she to say that
we are not like the other;
who is she to say i'm an ostrich when
she won't open her eyes long enough
to see who i am in retrospect?
who is she to say that it's better to be
reconstructed and changed than stable?

who is she to say that
it'll never be enough?





06/11/2003

Author's Note: this particular piece is an improv that was spawned from one of my good friends (whom i don't talk to nearly enough). thank you kim for making me write this.

Posted on 06/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bob Arcania on 06/11/03 at 09:40 PM

this is good. the questions are sort of inbetween like and dislike for me, though. generally poetry should answer rather than ask. but then again they are used well. i like it anyway. :)

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/12/03 at 04:08 PM

Nicely crafted... "who is she to say" almost becomes a mantra in this work. An echo of indignation.

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