80spoems/shards
SHARDS
I feel the splintered shards
of broken reeds,
my ears filled with the loud snap
of things breaking in half,
by one’s own hand,
rough pieces thrown aside,
pricking skin, heart.
(when I worked at LJ Homeplace)
80spoems/shards
SHARDS
I feel the splintered shards
of broken reeds,
my ears filled with the loud snap
of things breaking in half,
by one’s own hand,
rough pieces thrown aside,
pricking skin, heart.
(when I worked at LJ Homeplace)