it’s8.47amandi’vealreadybrokenmymother’sheart.
i listenedyesterday,
asintelligentpeoplespokeaboutthefact
thatwithoutanythingelsehappening,
butthegrowingupthatis inevitable,
allparentswillhavetheirheartsbrokenbytheirchildren
it didn’tmakemefeelanybetter
as i heardcrackssplinterandgrowandbreakintosomanytinyfragments
it’s8.47andit’salreadytime
tolayeggshellsonthefloor,
arrangingthemdelicatelyinshapes
sturdyenoughtosteponasi
treadaroundthiswoundedvitalorgan
i cradlethepiecesinmyhands
asthetimeticksoverto8.55
liketheking’shorsesandmen,
i willneverbeabletoputbacktogether
thatwhichi havebroken
nobandagesnorbacktrackingcanrejointissuefissured
bytheambiguouslossof
progenyturnedperson
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