Wednesday, September 25, 2013


top- melrose trading post
shorts- urban outfitters
sunnies- RIP

i broke these sunglasses today.
and some glassware, last night on the sidewalk.
and one of my dear friends, her heart is broken too.
i guess some days are better for the crash than they are for the sticking together.
here's to tomorrow, mend us mother moon.

a broken poem from several years back:

broken is 
a cracked acorn 
on the sidewalk
heel crushed
squirrel food 
in the sun
fractured glass 
in slow motion
all crash 
and cracks
and shards
then under microscope--
long examination
these are the things 
we do with broken.


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