(slightly buzzed first draft)


for over four months

i've felt fragile

people are careful

i get it

thank you

but i'm tired now

of feeling breakable

in one horrifying

moment fissures spiderwebbed

across my sky

and the pieces fell

so small

it sounded like hail

i've gathered up

as much as i can

and am forming

something i can wrap

with shiny crinkly paper

for two little girls

don't open til christmas

for me

i want to talk

i want to tell my stories

i don't expect much

nothing different

than before

of course,

i'm moody as hell

a given, really

but it was my

roof that collapsed

not me