Poetry Drawer: Home by Shannon Donaghy

I know better than to leave a place
And expect to find it
Exactly where I left it
This time, I return home a foreigner
I’m not sure I ever really belonged here
Forever the pre-trembling of this half-broken house
Always on the verge of collapse
Foundation rotting, eaten away
I fit here like a baby tooth already lost
Nothing grew in my place
I don’t complete this empty face
Not lost, just out of place
I teeter on the edge
And disappear without a trace

Inky Interview: Shannon Donaghy from Montclair State University, New Jersey

Poetry Drawer: Occupied by Shannon Donaghy

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