The Broken Bone – Jennifer Bradpiece

Years grind against the axis of bone,
continents drifting in marrow waters
eroding their topography in time. 

My eleventh year a horse threw me like a shoe:
unlaced me where pleasure would hinge.
The broken bone grew into a bad fist.
It will clench cold while I am wrapped around a lover.
It will stab into its crescent socket
as I hurry down stairs.
My youth will buckle here. 

This phantom femur radiates lost rhythms:
where dancing began, where dancing will seize.
A swivel will reveal the vulnerable bend,
and the world will stiffen. 

It is right. The hips being the inevitable site
of tectonic shift

in woman.


Jennifer Bradpiece
was born and raised in the multifaceted muse, Los Angeles, where she still resides. She has her Bachelors in Creative Writing from Antioch University. When she’s not rescuing Pit Bulls, she tries to remain active in the Los Angeles writing and art scene: she’s interned at Beyond Baroque and often collaborates with multi-media artists on projects. Her poetry has been published in various journals and online zines, including The Nervous Breakdown, 491 Magazine, Mas Tequila Review, and The Common Ground Review. She has poetry forthcoming in Degenerate Literature Review and NeosAlexandria: The Dark Ones Anthology, among others.

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