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Cottage Road

by Lori Lamothe 10 months ago in heartbreak
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The danger of broken things

Cottage Road
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The name of the girl across the street

shone like copper.

In the apartment below

a teen with a Mohawk

was already imagining the bomb

that would explode his hand

into bloody petals.

When the leaves turned that year

the kids from the tenement

took turns jumping off the roof

of an empty house and called it flying.

I stood off to one side —

tried to explain the dangers

of broken things,

the treachery of glass.

The next day the boy with stitches

in a crooked line across his ass

would call me a witch

but that night

the neighborhood stray

found its way up the stairs

into my room — its fur wild

and warm against my face.

It was the beginning

of aloneness and of love


Originally published in Honey & Lime


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Lori Lamothe

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