fragments

so much of ourselves cannot be seen as more than body parts
our bodies can be held & lips kissed / the stretch of muscles
in his back less than the bind in a leatherbound journal stowed
in the back pocket of his jeans / shows more about the whole
of wholes / of who we are / of who we could come to be
it’s always about little fragments & what the whole could be
yet we’re so caught up in the bodies / the bodies that contain
the whole & the bodies entered & bodies left / all for our own

Christine A. MacKenzie is a student of English, psychology, and creative writing at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor. She is also a crisis counselor and writer.

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