JOANIE WAS A HOUSE FIRE
She started out weak. Quiet.
Nobody noticed as her smoke
slowly infiltrated first our shared room,
then my brother’s,
then my parents’,
until each one of us was choking.
When she reached the family room,
her sickening flame
sucked the oxygen out of our house.
We all survived, scarred.
Joanie self-extinguished.
© Jill Corcoran 2009
WE CAME INTO THIS WORLD TOGETHER
I was perfect. You were broken.
I soared. You sank.
I lived. You died.
I wonder who you could have been I wonder who I could have been
If we had soared
Together.
© Jill Corcoran 2009




