It Happened Fast







 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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