Saturday, May 4, 2024

Fucked Up By Taylor Dibbert


As the divorce

Recedes into

The background

He feels

His heart

Continuing

To harden,

Who knows

If this is

A temporary thing

Or not

Who knows 

How much that

First love

Fucked him up

But as

The weeks

Turn to years

He knows 

That he’ll learn

Whether the damage

Is permanent

Or not.








Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, is due out in May.

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