The Shattered Glass
Angel LaCanfora
This is the time of the shattered glass-
The drain clogged with the hairs of my
cares and worries and outside, snow is flurrying
and I slosh through the slurry of mourning-
every noon and night.
This is the time of the shattered glass-
Green bottles breaking.
I’m trying to reach for your hand
but mine’s bandaged too tight.
I’m like a pilot light airplane crashing
into an empty home on a hillside forest.
This is the time of the shattered glass-
Champagne flutes and busted guitars litter
the floor after the celebration and gyrations end.
Through cracked wine eyeglasses, I mirror spy my face,
at which seventy-two lashes crossed.
This is the time of the shattered glass-
My head like a hurricane lashed window,
grey foam ocean water spattered,
detritus konking it, chipping it,
debris piling up outside,
while inside, I shiver-
naked, restless.
 
Angel La Canfora‘s poetry has won awards from Writer’s Digest and Grey Sparrow Press and has been featured in Snow Jewel magazine, Poetry Quarterly and the Zodiac Review, amongst others. She also appeared at the 2014 Vegas Valley Book Festival. Angel currently resides in Henderson, Nevada.