things fall apart |
things fall apart
eventually
lips give way to teeth, leaves curl back
exposing purple fruit
soft and uncertain of rot
or hungry mouths
maybe a windstorm
expensive, fragile things will hover
on the edges of tables and counters, waiting
for an elbow or hip
to brush by
then, it will attempt to disassemble itself
it will try to become molten again
to return to sand and
days of nothing other than lying
under the cold ocean
slipping in and out of the beach's mouth
instead, the shards lay there
useless and dangerous
drawing only blood and brooms
people stay in their rooms
overtaken by an overwhelming sense of
I-can't-put-my-finger-on-it
surrounded by walls that are
trying to disassemble
to return to their place of sand
and ease
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