unfinished

pieces  of glitter litter the floor,
celebration seaweed,  skittery leaves
over a weekend car park, small
flocks of birds, returning to  changed nests.


i wanted to be in all of you, at once and distinct
i wanted to heal through radiation, see-right-through-yous.
what i failed to really grasp was how frail is
all that matters.

i hear a cry in the night.
 yours, mine, hers
laughter down the street
just as well.

all my diamond sutras, shining.
why don't i smile?



so i do.
but i do.





























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the child is three.
patterns begin, begin to be
broken. this thing in my chest
hollars with