‘Falling Apart’, ‘Love’ & ‘State of Ignorance’

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Falling Apart 

I couldn’t remember why I was running—if 

it was to find you or to get away. 

I came to every door and knocked to make sure 

no feeling was home.

And there I was, in the yellow grass tall 

as mountains burning. I was the child 

alive in the sand reaching for the shovel, 

an extension of my mother’s hand. I felt it all 

falling apart. 

love

just a word 

assigned to a brew 

of feelings we think 

we have, imagining 

meaning making something 

out of nothing—impossibly

unnatural, we let 

another into

the world of us 

they don’t know, 

bleeds rivers—gasps 

winds which blow 

out our lights and still 

we stumble onto 

the dark streets 

leading nowhere


State of Ignorance 

brown eyes and blue hair, she’s never 

walked upstairs to where her family meets

for supper as if it’s always their first 

How close to yourself can you be, before

you die, how many faces did you take 

she thinks she’s seen a ghost peering into mirror

it’s just her mother crawling from her mouth 

father starring behind her eyes talking 

Bliss 

she gets home from a party 

and crashes hard like a wave, like a tsunami searching for 

another surface something steady so she can sink

completely away reawake and do it all again–she can’t 

decide which is worse, the unknowing in fear 

or the knowing in pain. 





Margaret Marcum
graduated from the MFA program in creative writing at Florida Atlantic University. Her poems have appeared in Amethyst Review, NonBinary Review, Scapegoat Review, October Hill Magazine, among others. She is also author of the poetry chapbook, Recognition of Movement (Bottlecap Press, 2023).

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