Prompt: Write a broke poem
How I Know I’m Not Broken
I swept up fragments and chunks from each corner
and even used the vacuum hose to swallow
the last of the invisible bits. But yesterday,
bare feet found a forgotten shard
near the electric stove. I felt the sting,
but the slice of pain didn’t break the skin.
Just like today, when I said your name
without wincing as the letters left my lips.
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013