I’m just trying to solve the problem of being human. I thought I’d write an instruction manual on how to put the world back together after it’s been destroyed, but I couldn’t get past point one. So, I changed it to how to reassemble yourself once you’ve been dismantled, but the thing is there seem to be missing parts. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle I bought for my kids at a garage sale, we didn’t know there were missing pieces until we were finished. Half a doll’s face missing. It stared at us accusingly with one eye. I have a feeling he has them – my missing pieces I think he shoved them in his back pocket and they’re wandering the streets of Seattle.
Bronwyn Berg is a poet, writer, student and single mother. She was born and raised in Calgary, Alberta, and had her first poem published at the age of ten. She currently resides in Kelowna, British Columbia, where she is pursuing a degree in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia.