Text Box: ANGLES But the lies we live Will always be confessed In the stones that we tell Rich, embroidered, fabricated Pieces of evidence, broken And sharply scattered about the house Invisible cracks and wedges Spread out across the coffee table Can the guests see when they come to visit Or packed into your briefcase every day Jagged from my purse We cut our teeth and bleed On the pieces of love shattered, broken, scorned

Laurie Milovanovic is a writer-editor at Bonjour Communications and is completing her B.A. in Communication at the University of Ottawa. She is inspired by changes in light and unusual occurrences of all kinds.

I See a Darkness

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