How do you live
in a broken world?
Do you step over the shards on the sidewalk
and pretend not to hear
the crunch of glass
beneath your feet?
Do…
softened are the sharp and bitter stones that
cut like glass as people
walked upon me —
a shifting of sands.
sink into me like a riverbed and
i will lull…
i harbored thoughts of you
for months.
they surfaced gently, golden apples bobbing in the lukewarm waters of my
lucid dreams
when i kiss you i taste the thawing of
bleeding…