A Severed Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Though she held my hand and made me lunch
Though she made pleasant inquiries as to my mood
She couldn't quell my queasy displeasure nor reinstall the damaged connection

That's what is seen as truth to those seriously looking to live better - the living as gradual realization
Not everything in moments; "Aha" and his transformation was embarrassing and ridiculous

The providence of shame was what bound an abusive higher figure to a relationship between mismatched people
Making me feel like no other person but that was another cut-off
Blocking the thoroughfare we used to commute between well rehearsed point a and well rehearsed point b

I'm invited to a sarcasm banquet but I don't think I will attend
We are splitting apart gradually and I don't want to do anything to slow down nor speed up the process
A time and place construct that we'll keep them from peeling and tearing apart like a nice fat peach

From out of the pieces of change were fitted a different funeral
One we attended individually and left in separate cars
The head on the dashboard cut off at the neck
The ride home with compliance; he didn't say a word the whole trip