the thin places

you’re too
thin again
like a euro
model
or ’50s
hat rack
hanging on
the hollow side
of the door
a loan
that won’t ever
get repaid
lips perked
in a question
or suggestion
i swear
i’d laugh if
i wasn’t
already mute
and too stupid
most of the time
remember the time
your brother
tried to divide us
what a ploy
what a clever boy
and god how
you cried
and cried when
he used a
blade for real
that one time
though i’m
the dark one
but it’s morning
the sun’s a
stubborn pill
no need to define
what we are / were
/ anything
come here
raggedy anne
give me your
limbs and stuffing
we made it
this far
who knows
what’s next

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at https://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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1 Response to the thin places

  1. L.K. Latham says:

    Had me going: I was ready for a murder poem. This was much more fun.

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