a wild woman shows up in many guises

don’t punish me for broken glass,

a child breaks many things and you have surely

had your heart broken, and survived/

a shard doesn’t glimmer, 

it punctures tires and turns to smaller fragments of itself,

no refracting/

just remnants of what it was and yet, 

nothing changes…

no morsel in my mouth, 

no ash, 

no violence/

you kiss me and forgive 

the shrapnel i’ve dislodged

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