Les plus lus ▸
Dave Bonta
Small birds fly up
into the bare branches
of the walnut trees.
The phone rings.
Someone we know has had
another breakdown.
At the sound of my voice,
six deer delicate as ballerinas
raise their tails to leap.
now I'm broken like I was before
broken
on the tiled floor
and now you're falling apart as I did
and I don't know how to save you from this madness
"You're beautiful,"
He whispered
And then she fell apart
She hovers above planet
Earth, making strategies
for safe landings, but not
able to see that she is also
on planet Earth, watched
like a crazed cat, a maze-
rat, or a tied-up mime, I
cannot save someone so
high up or far down, it’s
like a black thread about
to snap, as it strains past
breaking point she reaches
for champagne, to celebrate–
bubbles lunge up to break.