broken sometimes

by Luminita Suse

what good feeling sorry serves
after the clash of words
secured with forks and knives
forces of united reasoning
at the dinner table
radiant moon grin
on the back of the fork
that I push into my rib cage
it gets through epidermis
the rib bones block
metal teeth
I would pluck my heart out
lay it in his arms

Published in Bywords Quarterly Journal Vol 9, No 4, 2011

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