ISSUE 5 · FALL 2010




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Copyright © 2010

Anna Jaquiery





Fragmentation

ANNA JAQUIERY



So this is how it feels to

yearn, to be chipped away

at,


to leave shards of oneself in

far flung places.


After the wandering ceases the mind

begins its strange journey,


gathering shards,

sifting;


finding a doorstep; a graffiti-lined fence. Sometimes

the detail,


sometimes a mood. Often what you crave cannot be held,


the way


a certain accent brings goose bumps to your skin, a kind

of blue wets your appetite,


as sometimes does


the sound of footsteps on gravel, in spring, or

smell of wind whittling away at bark.


How these pieces of a whole could appease

if only the right formula were found


like a spell might give you wings or

satiate you.


This is what it feels like. A longing to hoard, to

categorize, like a stamp collector’s dream;


an old suitcase you can no longer close

or take with you without its contents trailing.


An overflow, and when the tide ebbs,

a receding trail.