When the glass
shattered,
I was trembling red,
it broke so easily,
the pieces scattered
everywhere, lost and unseen beneath the furniture,
and I was already
heading for the door, wondering if
it had ever been
solid at all, or just a bowl of shards assembled with delusion tape and
desperation to call a
thing family.
Goodboy,
From the chaos, I learned to make a place seem orderly,
Tidy up, before they arrive, before they take away
your things,
Before they notice somethings broken,
Before they notice that it's you.
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