Fragments of Facebook, of face, and mirrors,
Fragments of kids, of time, and life.
*fragments of blue-shelled broken eggs
*fragments of sunsets, of dawns and things
*fragments of drinks, of meetings and friends
*fragments galore, why pretend?
Fragments of Internet, of heart, and mind.
Fragments don’t speak of fragmented time.
*fragments of lasts, of pasts, and of life
*fragments of sins, of agains, and qualified times
*fragments of colored-gardens, of

--fragmented now by others arrivals…

Fragments of too-smart phones, which, I’ve never owned
Fragments the lament of Chaos, transpiring.

*fragments reconfirm time’s reaction
*fragments, damn it! Fragments now fall behind
*time, which lapsed. What can I carry to death
*fragments of a fragmented mine.

Fragments, over-lapping Time, spin mirrors
Of fears fragments, against what seems clearer.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/16/12