I am a splinter
Part memory, part you
Alone in space
Blowing in the wind
A hazard to those who come near,
at least,
Until the wind batters me numb and dull
And only once that shapeless apathy is found will I reach the place I’ve been seeking
And then, I know,
I will look back and wonder what went wrong
Where along the way did I lose
My sharp, crumbling ability to love?
(By Avi Lohr ’24)