Friday, December 20, 2013

some friends
break our hearts
and we behave like
glassware

shattered pieces
waiting for a recollection

we transcend brokenness
like lizards we heal our tails

we grow them all over again
and soon we are mended as

though nothing happened.
we start all over again

no longer our glass selves
but steel. What is sad

is that we learn to strike
and hit and break too

we become like them
to become even

sad state, of steel to steel
with rattling voices during
those nights howling dogs
rusty feelings, silent cruelties.

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