The Patchwork

2020 Barrett Winner

3rd Place Zahra Lahiji

Collecting dolls
a body count

besides myself, the scissors
seem to work best on tender flesh

I should know.

we’re lined up, picturesque
I see my brothers and sisters lean

cold against the wall
bare white room, and God

you’re hurting me

watches us with angry
tears in her eyes, making tears

in each of us. she
likes to pick and choose

you’re hurting yourself

she even does it to herself
a nose, here, there, an ear

the patchwork
is simply monstrous

am I beautiful?

and in the end
we’re all still broken.