wasn’t time

Carrie Chappell

that bound her there. wasn’t a book kept her in her place. wasn’t trance, teacup, toy turned over. wasn’t mother’s voice. grandmother’s puns weren’t there (except in vocation). wasn’t nearness to the coast, wasn’t no vacation. these

Carrie Chapell

women weren’t of her head, weren’t thus married in a wasn’t. together in a ponytail. wasn’t real anymore, not even at parties. wasn’t new. wasn’t much a deception. wasn’t rabid charm on her cheek, not tears. wasn’t going to heal up like a wish, leave like an intern. wasn’t so devout a calling, wasn’t just babble either.