The Center

The Center

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

The Center

Not unlike

holding water

for extended periods

of time,

missing comfort

absolutely.

 

A torture

set aside

for those “exceptional,”

meaning;

not like a woman

stirring elbow macaroni,

it’s a sense of belonging

granted to most.

 

But not all.

 

And watching this

while the blood

is being drawn,

regulated in centers downtown,

the ones no one talks about,

bet everyone knows

where the front door is.

 

If only “understanding”

held meaning,

and the air

smelled like roses

instead if antiseptic,

it may feel a bit more normal.

 

A feeling the “exceptional”

will never have,

and maybe

never really want too.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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