Caroline Willian ’17

Stress Fracture


Starting to wonder

If a heart can break

Like a stress fracture


Routine force lets twiggy bones crack

Like my nights of callous intimacy

Where I’d taste old ash from cigarettes

On beds in rooms I’d soon forget

I knew, some stranger’s lazy words

Would fracture me



Starting to wonder

If you can be in love

With more than just people

I think I’m in love with a movement

A sound like a rosy voice in the ground

Sleepy feet putter on soft pavement

Our hearts race and slow in rounds

While my bones break and heal at once

Like spring, we bloom



Starting to wonder

If we’re really more hurt

Than we say we are

Less flat than we think we are

More full than we appear

Healing slower

Than we’ll admit


by Caroline Willian