Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Tonight’s poem is from Michelle Brooks
You were a confection.
You were sexy in a broken way.
Now you just feel broken.
You refuse to go gently into
that goodnight. And let’s face
it. Not all of them were good
ones. You don’t care. There is
nothing you can do about it now.
Gather the pieces. Carry them with you.
Michelle Brooks has published a collection of poetry, Make Yourself Small, (Backwaters Press), and a novella, Dead Girl, Live Boy, (Storylandia Press). A native Texan, she has spent much of her adult life in Detroit, her favorite city.