tiny slivers of glass on a dusty floor (20171003)

the when of you

an exhibition of
my ten thousand pieces

–miss alignment?

–no, mrs

clocks offer offspring
wound/ed/ in the knees
and the stars
winkin blinkin and nod
off

my ten thousand pieces
brokered bartered battered
before the sun went down
when you were

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Poetics: Grandma/grammar?

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