First Five Heartbreaks

My first heartbreak I heard through a wall in a southern California suburb, after my father the sailor retired, after we thought we’d settled down, after he discovered the alcoholic nurse in Bethesda was easy, and living with his family every day was hard.

Heartbreaks 2 through 4 were hormonal (a half-truth); I can’t remember their names (a lie); I never
actually knew them (the truth).

Heartbreak 5 I brought on myself. I didn’t want to miss a thing.

You stand here, thumb in your belt loop, wearing doom like face paint.

I want to stop counting, right now.

Serene Vannoy‘s poems have been published in the U.S. and Canada in such journals as Gertrude and carte blanche.

Photo Credit: Rebecca

6 Responses to “First Five Heartbreaks”

  1. Tidenek Haileselassie says:

    This is beautiful and well-said.

  2. Tega says:

    This is wonderfully witty. Although I don’t seem to fully understand what the fourth paragraph is trying to say; clarity is needed in that angle.

  3. JL says:

    This was incredible. It took my breath away.

  4. kazi says:

    It’s really good but difficult as well.may be I lack that very quality to understand it easily.whatsoever it’s good.liked it very much.

  5. JRedgate says:

    I’ve drafted ten different comments but none of them are good enough. I can’t stop looking at this – it’s the best thing I’ve read online in months. Thanks.

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