Featured Poet Austin Alexis Page 1
Lighting Fixture
Months later, after the glass fixture
catapulted to the parquet floor,
crashing into three thousand pieces,
I’m still finding its fragments
under the desk,
behind the file cabinet,
among knickknacks atop the bookcase.
Stray memories of a friendship
that has cracked,
shattered,
lunged into a zone
where its parts summersaulted
beyond the grip of hands and fingers
that were cut by it
as they reached out
to break its plunge.