I have recognized this unraveling
held my own threads as they slipped and fell
through my fingers like rivers
I have seen myself unfold in slower motion
and I have realized
that every fog-thick midnight filled
with smog gasping cigarette smoke
every desperate bathtub sinking and every
cracked skin morning, head split in two
has led me here
not every busted rib happens for a reason, but
I've heard that bones are stronger after they break
and I am all raw fibers now, ready
to be re-sewn
to get nice and knotted up in new ways
over someone else, or over my own reflection
singing love songs in the mirror
maybe it is time for me
maybe it is my time
to pull my own strings through loom loops
to become any tapestry I choose
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