Wrought & Found

Original poems and found images

~by Mia Sara

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Lost In Brooklyn, Found

Submerged, sunk deep,
On the silty bottom, as
Sandhogs, heads splitting
Inside the airless caisson,
Digging for, and never hitting

Bedrock.

Moonrise on the East River,
Under the bridge on a pile of rubble,
We pass the bottle,
Spring fevered, wiseacred,
Brooklyn kids,

Tit-flashing Manhattan.

That bench on the Promenade,
Thighs wound tight
Around the first empty promise,
Mistaking my depth,
For the wisdom of steel,

Always in over my head.

At seventeen going on forty
On the cracked vinyl seat
Of a rudderless yellow cab
Crossing over, crossing out
The last of my name,

Running, with my feet still wet.

Thirty years of rust I walked,
On a hot day last August,
Back across that bridge,
Neck deep in tourists
Taking selfies at the guardrails

Where I dropkicked my childhood.

Now a carousel spins by the ruins
Where I swapped my truth for dare.
Artisanal breeders of heritage hope
Graft bistros and bike paths
Onto dark cobbled wasteland,

Picnicking over the stomping ground.

Call it Dumbo,
For getting the bends,
Lost in Brooklyn, found,
Submerged, sunk deep,
The Bedlam where my bones were made,

And the tower they lie beneath.

photo by Michael Cassidy
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Mia Sara is an actress and poet living in Los Angeles. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in poemmemoirstory, Pembroke Magazine, The Write Room, PANK, Cultural Weekly, The Kit Kat Review, Forge, The Dirty Napkin, St. Ann’s Review, among others. For more please visit: http://wheretofindmiasara.tumblr.com/