The Damage (Emma Bolden)

Woohoo, a prose poem (by Emma Bolden) I 1) actually like and 2) think is better served in prose than in poetic lines.

I like the prose-y-ness of it because it seems to me like someone just telling a story to a friend. "We were knee-deep in packing paper when...." It's a poem rather than  a paragraph  (well aside from the fact that it calls itself a poem) because the the lines have two meanings (at least) and the language is unique and multi-faceted. She loves not only the broken cherub, but her home and her husband too. They are all ugly, broken (perhaps), but they are hers and she's traveled a long way for them and so loves them nonetheless.

Favorite line: "We'd only spoken through three."