Girl in Pieces

by Kathleen Glasgow

I need release, I need to hurt myself more than the world can hurt me, and then I can comfort myself. There, there.

I’m so unwhole. I don’t know where all the pieces of me are, how to fit them together, how to make them stick. Or if I even can.

“Sometimes not working can be work, just more gently.

She’s well fed. She’s well loved. She can say her parents are lame because they are not. Wherever she goes, she will always be able to return to them.