It
Happened Fast
you
can't believe
that
you've desired that which
wasn't
good for you
what
didn't mirror
giant
leaps of youth
ideals
you assumed
would
steer your clear
the
iceberg of your parents
you
believed
oh
god, you thought you believed
in
worship of the mad night rose
drumming
under sternum
better
than any gardener ever
early
evening you hold
a
glassine shovel
to
make how you wanted
no
steel for yes or the love who carried love
where
you sleep tonight is all your courage
fire's
diamond castle blown out
the
rose no longer
knows
your name.
stephanie
roberts
stephanie
roberts has been featured in many periodicals and anthologies including Arcturus,
Verse Daily, The Stockholm Review of Literature, Crannóg, {*isacoustic}, and Occulum.
A Pushcart Prize nominee, she was born in Central America, grew up in Brooklyn,
NY, and abides in Québec, Canada. Her work was recently translated into Farsi.
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