i will collect all
and place them gently on the table
next to the vases of flowers that
remind me too much of
my elbows, the bend in my knee,
my knuckles, bloody and
lost and distant.
Broken. shattered pieces in a mason jar
we caught on the summer nights in my
i fold them neatly and place them inside
your outstretched hand.
i will give it all to you
if that’s what you