Two Hundred and Six Pieces

Shauna Fecher

I am puzzle pieces of a woman Puzzled pieces of a woman assembled piece by inter-locking piece.

I am shifted and turned and forced together by my own impatience.

I am the combined efforts of years of medical training of student loans, of endless cups of coffee I am Alice through the looking glasssculpted hips and perfect tits poised on shaking stilettos.

I am digging red acrylic nails into my thigh, again their voices aren’t quite low enough.

I am Frankenstein’s monster gawking up they gasp in wonder. She’s alive.