top- melrose trading post
shorts- urban outfitters
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:
a cracked acorn
on the sidewalk
in the sun
in slow motion
then under microscope--
these are the things
we do with broken.