Because it’s the only place where I get to choose the ending.
Because every inky dash and curlicue
connects part of me up with the whole.
Because it gives me an aerial view,
and just this once, I can see a pattern.
Because it was perfect archaeology
long before therapy was invented.
I write because I like to practice magic.
I write because the words spiral out of the tower like Rapunzel’s hair,
and if you tug, I can pull you up.
We can run away together.
YOU ARE READING
Dragonfly
PoetryWelcome to the Dragonfly collection by Deborah Fruchey. Here, the stars are savage things, toes are like crickets, and a friend is a lost wedding ring. These 10 evocative poems come from a larger work, Armadillo, available in print at http://amzn.t...
