Half-Whole

A heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved Copyright 2015, J.A. Spahr-Summers

by Sarah O’Brien

 

               Heap of half-clean clothing serves as a throne for your phone, which holds a half-memorized number that you half-forgot to remember to delete. So what if he’s still the Emergency Contact to half of your heart. So what if he’s a disease that caused you sickness from the start. His memory stimulating severe damage to your half-functioning liver, ten pieces of fudge while insisting “just a sliver.” A glimpse of his gaze prompts promises; half-assed attempts to move on that leave you glaring down glasses half-empty, envisioning instead what he would say, what wacky witticism would be tossed your way: the wise-ass you get when you cross a poet with a donkey. Half-completed grieving, half-afraid to stop, to drop temptations, to roll with the punches. Bruises fade, but who else will humor your claim I like my coffee black as he hands you Half & Half? Who else will teach you the complexities of jazz, the half-whole diminished scale? You decide you’re better broken than half-heartedly hanging onto hands of handsome men who aren’t him.

 

©Copyright 2015, Sarah A. O'Brien

SARAH O’BRIEN - [Read Full Bio] studies Creative Writing and Studio Art, with a concentration in cheap red wine. She will be an alumnus of Providence College come May 2015, although she denies this if asked. Sarah is the Managing Editor of the literary journal, The Alembic...


 
[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: a heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers
 

 

Snapping Twig – Spring – 2015

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