Poem with an Oddly Placed Title

Sorry in advance for the title; it just seemed right.

A Quiet Suicide


The movement was subtle—the break
from vine

to vineyard,

the watching
of broken bird eggs,

hairline fractures.

The young ones, they had eyes

like water
and baking powder.


A field dotted
with old corn stalks

and dandelions,

a sound
from the corner woods

that became

the softer

of the two.


She drinks red wine until
all she wants to do—

all she can do—

is break the glass.

Red and vein over
copper and white marble



About mckenzielynntozan

McKenzie Lynn Tozan lives and writes in South Bend, Indiana, where she works as the Departmental Secretary of English and World Language Studies at Indiana University South Bend, and remains closely affiliated with 42 Miles Press, New Issues Poetry and Prose, and Wolfson Press. She previously received her MFA in Poetry from Western Michigan University, where she worked as the Layout and Design Editor for New Issues Poetry and Prose and as an Assistant Editor of Poetry for Third Coast. Her poems have appeared in Encore Magazine, Sleet Magazine, Rogue Agent, Thank You for Swallowing, Whale Road Review, The James Franco Review, The Birds We Piled Loosely, and Analecta; and her book reviews have appeared on her website and on The Rumpus. She lives with her husband, their daughter, and three cats. For more, visit www.mckenzielynntozan.com. View all posts by mckenzielynntozan

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