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to be a bull

April 16, 2014

she breaks at night and is glued by day
careful delicate
paying attention to the details
as she lines up the edges
but when it’s down to a thousand
pieces, one’s bound to get under the bed
there is a hole in her clavicle
a breeze winds through, stirs head to toe
she jokes that she’s a jackrabbit
with the ears that survives a desert
now, she’s glad she’s a sieve
and not the parable of a china shop

title: to be a bull ; haley mcbride
April 13, 2014

(writer’s block tried to shoulder in. i counter, with a simple poem. keeping on, keeping on)

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