I fragment
on my axis, dreaming
of cranberry clusters swimming
like the fictional happiness clogging my veins.

There is a heroic repercussion to surviving
the battalion of heavyheartedness:

A drifting fighter;
mutated future of degeneration;
a symbolic dump
of attachment and emotions;
the beauty of hopscotch
on glaciers—a believable destiny:
a curse.

Ann Blackburn is a poet. Her work has previously appeared in Maudlin House, Crack the Spine, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. She is currently working on her manuscript. Her website can be found at

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