Thursday, 15 October 2020

associations

Dedicated to Ben



I found a shattered glass mirror

And I squeezed the shards in my hand 

In hopes that a little blood on my reflection

Would help me piece it back together


Then I think about the peanuts in peanut butter

How, under a little pressure, they break down individually

Under the weight of the machine

How it smoothes them into a coherent mess



And these days I find myself 

Spread thin and broken

Like glass in peanut butter

Trying to become whole again

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