Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

The Broken Leg — Amanda Moore

Eventually it comes between us: not the plaster barricade between every tender moment we might have, but the dependence. After the flurry of surgeons and worry of damage there is the carrying of urine, changing of bandage, the creak of crutches and incessant talk of scabs. Like a shabby patch of grass I am stretched … Continue reading