I didn’t face my God down daily or ever. I let him go like the bowl that left my hands as I dried it—its white shards spread out, aligning into new constellations on the floor. Nothing could have stopped it.
Lia Greenwell‘s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Cumberland River Review, Flyway, and Yew: A Journal of Innovative Writing & Images by Women. She is a graduate of the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College and has received scholarships from the Rona Jaffe Foundation and the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. Originally from the Midwest, […]