Literature
You Did Good
Ornately frayed like the edges of the pashmina hanging on the backside Bathroom door handle Knots tied, untied retied, tightened Over time tear irreparably The threads The very framework Of what once wove us Together, entangled Umbilical evidence undeniable In every direction I was lost but now Found out the hard way The best way to learn is to Lower the head take it in the Body of works, collected A collection of masterpieces Kintsugi jigsaw acutely compiled gold plated catastrophes Scar tissue, birthday cards, and bone dust cement Harden in the gaps between my pleasant memories How we remember each other Is why any of this matters Weight matter mass The gravity of what it is to be Held together Bonded atomically To the essence of another To the blood of my mother The gravity of bearing witness Not only to the supernova that birthed me But to her implosion Oh my what has happened To mine eyes For I have stared too long Into the heart of a star Dying at
I had loads of fun drawing her picture.
