by Jenny Morelli
So much today
is overwhelmingly broken,
irreparable, cracked and creviced,
and I wish I could just carry glue to fill
it all in,
so no leaks can erode us
into crumbles. So much of today
wants to turn back time,
wrest the hands
on the watch
to a different now
and try again, but those
who filled out a different truth
are watching,
their eyes
filled with a fervent
fallacy of better days to come.
So much of today
is spent forgetting and remembering
lopsided truths and slanted
realities
that all I want to do
is be the helper I wish to see
in this world and repair what I can
for some version of better,
or at least a less broken
tomorrow.
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Jenny Morelli is a high school English teacher who lives in New Jersey with her husband and cat. She is often either inspired by her students or else they're triggering memories in her of when she was young and struggling with her self-confidence. She has been published in a number of literary magazines, including Spare Parts for a novel excerpt, Spillwords for several themed poems, and Bottlecap Press for her own chapbook This is Not a Drill.
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