This is Bonus Cut Poetry, a series that features original poems by Bonus Cut staff, artists and YOU! In this series, our mission is to bring people together in poetry, share stories and display wonderful artistic pieces. If you would like to have your poems in the next Bonus Cut Poetry installment, just email us at bonuscut@gmail.com
This installment features Bonus Cut’s own Abby Conklin.
And So It Goes
By: Abby Conklin
The writing came back
quietly. No beauty.
No flowers. No sharp
edges to puncture
a balloon someone forgot
to blow up. Rather,
it only arrived, shaking
rain off its shoulders.
Removed its hat, gloves,
and pulled a chair out
to straddle.
“It’s been rough, hasn’t
it?” it asks, quietly.
As if remarking
on the weather. Taps
a cigarette from a pristine
pack. “Like breathing
water, when you’ve already
drowned?”
Propping itself forward,
Depression era-style droop,
we sit together
We stare.
We wait.
The cigarette glows.
And nothing changes.
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