What A Fragment Is by Shari O' Brien
You ask me how I could get through high school.
Without learning what a fragment is.
Go east. Across the foul-smelling river.
To where the refineries belch and defecate.
Passed the boarded-up Dollar Store
On the corner where kids go get high.
Passed the greasy windows of Al’s Bar and Grille.
Go north a block and turn left. Passed the houses slouched on their lots
Like tired whores and used-up crack heads.
That joyless-looking sagging building with three busted-out windows?
With them ragged shrugs? That one there. Where you got a B
By showing up most days, an A for staying awake.
That’s my school. Where we went. With our broken lives.
Where I never did catch on. To what
A fragment is.
Shari O’ Brien