This love has been dropped, shattered, picked up, pieced together, and dropped again.
I stand here
Angry amongst the shards cutting into my tender feet
I stand atop
Broken Thanksgivings and children never born
I clumsily crush
Two newlywed virgins on a Hawaiian honeymoon
I bleed for
Our buried nephews and the ashes of our ancestors
I struggle to
Find my way off of this pile of everything and nothing at all.