“Broken” by Kathy Brocks
Poetry Wednesday on
the LUTG RADIO Show
Poem below

Love evaded me for fifty years
800 thread counts to 250 to 1200
whites, blues, pinks, blacks
but when I saw you
I wanted to not just know your
name, but remember it,
etch it into my skin
carry you across my arms

then it happened

How could it be that you are something you are not,
something I can not see
My world unraveled with this revelation

Its a joke right,
like Nephew Tommy pranking me
its a joke right

Heats rises in my ears like a gong
can I laugh yet

vulgarity presses my lips
my heart races for words of praise

man, this is a joke right,
you saying I laid next to a man for years and knew nothing
this is a joke right

am a Man, you look like a woman all over, all over

you a man, its gotta be a joke right
its got to be a bad, bad, bad dream
my hands catch my sweat