fall 2015 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2015 / Volume 46

Connected in Some Fragmented Way — Laura Coe Moore

No satined-ceiling basement room for me. Let my flesh be cleanly burned away, my bones returned to dust and ash. Swept from the retort, ground fine, shards of bone released from recognition.   My artificial joints mourn magnetic removal. After all, they stepped in when movement was too painful for my body to bear. Though … Continue reading