Tagged: broken

we scar to remind

broken hearts become

the light is often

every once in awhile,

for each thread broken,

for each thread broken,
we learn to gingerly gloss
over the details,

as if it has nothing to
do with our hearts’ tapestries
.
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between broken and

between broken and
fixed, there’s a perfect bath – let’s
meet in the middle,

drive ourselves crazy – look, the
mirrors are starting to fog
.
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because my mom knows

you remember the

you remember the
time we broke the
bed like it was forty-
six minutes
ago and coasting on
the high to hammer
in each tee nut
while i went in
search of that
alien wrench.
somehow, we made
it back here just
in time to spoon
that waning
slope into the
sunset, leaning
into our divine
convergence
.
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my father’s hands

my father’s hands
defy the rules of
logic, physics,
and the lifetime
of retiring
machine parts.
as good as
new
is just a
phrase rattling,
clanking, echoed
in other households.
in ours, silence
speaks steadfast
.
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shadows are meant to

shadows are meant to
be felt, not seen, and –
when broken
down – they
sparkle, act
tough, let the
sun orbit
around
their sovereignty
.
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