“This is a short poem about divorce. I thought of many ways to express divorce; some of my poems ran for pages. But in the end I thought that it was too hard to express something so ubiquitous yet obsolete–an experience that is so different for everyone– so I kept my thoughts concise. I hope those who have personally gone through a divorce or the effects of one can feel something from this poem.”
i lived like an existentialist through the nuclear winter of divorce.
the tongue grenades opening fire,
our rubber ankles shifting to the parenthetical.
it was our choice.
my choice.
but the hesitation
between the lines is the trigger.
and i hold my breath
waiting to feel
something.
but i feel nothing,
and it hurts more.
