Fracture/Fraction
One-fifth
Embodying one half of an eye-roll
A stunned tongue
A doughy touch
A critical development.
---
I'm a burial plot in advance
A back-drawer pen
A daughter
Sometimes needed and forgotten.
---
Inevitable
Discussed and disgusting
A softness due to mold
A spring cleaning.
---
Maybe they'll cut the grass and leave it balding.
---
Maybe your tennis hand will become twenty percent destroyed.
---
Maybe one-fifth is all it takes to feel sorry for yourself.
About the Creator
Lisa Herdman
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
Keep reading
More stories from Lisa Herdman and writers in Poets and other communities.
No, I won't, Seb
I think you tried to make whimsy out of grass and ended up with a house full of dying plants. I thought, well hey, maybe if I'm nice enough no one will drop a washer on me. Maybe when a car hits the front of my workplace, they'll let me sit down.
By Lisa Herdmanabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Lisa, you always capture me with your prose or poetry.❤️
Perhaps even less. I know my eyerolls don't stop at half when I'm launching into the pit of self-pity. They roll when I think for a moment how grand I might be, then roll again fully the other direction as I berate myself for how awful I am. The randomness of our thoughts, the dichotomies & contradictions expressed without a breath in between--how you've written this is just so true to life. I could identify with every word, every line.
Oh, Lisa, this is so evocative and poignant! So many wonderful lines/phrases here, and I especially love: “I'm a burial plot in advance” … so much expressed in so few words 💕🙂
Dear Lisa ~ I often write - 'For The Kids Someday' - This may be something you may want to 'Archive' for yours, someday? Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, Cal 'Senior' Vocal Author