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Unfixables

Already broken

Mess one, pile two

Stuffed fierce and strong.

A puff of cigarette smoke

Wisps then gone.

 

You wink. We fuck. I laugh.

You cut me. I like it. 

I’m naked. 

You’re drunk. 

 

Is it me, or you?

The crutch.

The foothold.

Who does the saving?

The drowning?

 

Prove me wrong. You

Can’t scare me.

What others don’t, I see

A dim star, clawing the walls

Wading through empty bottles on the floor

Tripping on tears with Jeff and Van 

Too much mystic, lilac wine.

 

You’re beautiful 

I’m beautiful

We’re beautifully fucked.

And fleeting, likely

So lean into this 

Entangled messy warm.

 

Not scared. Not afraid

To get dirty.

Not your dude or your baby

No, we don’t need saving.

Caitlin McGillicuddy lives and writes outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in Entropy, Jellyfish Review, McSweeney’s, Gravel, HerStry, Chaleur Magazine, the Black Fox Literary Magazine and Bitchin Kitsch. She’s a writer in residence at L'ATELIER WRITERS and is at work on her first novel. Twitter: @CaitlinMcGill, Website: caitlinmcgillicuddy.com

"I write lots of different things, but poems are where I find myself when I need to give form to a moment in time. I love to explore people, what we do to each other, for each other. When a feeling I don’t understand or recognize digs its fingers into me, I know a poem is being born. I latch on to one moment of discomfort or euphoria or terror or grief, an extreme gut punch that may otherwise be settled and forgotten and dig deeper in order to illuminate it. It doesn’t need context and it’s excused from judgement. The Unfixables is about a moment like that."