Every morning I wear her face
across my heart
during puja
I pass incense
back to her
and make wishes
There are days my head
on her belly
is home enough
and there are days
I have to train my head
to close around
her time-clock
and withstand the fallout
from her autumn
I hope some day
I will be able
to pickup her pieces
and put myself together
like her
like the woman
who can make the flawed
look so beautiful.
across my heart
during puja
I pass incense
back to her
and make wishes
There are days my head
on her belly
is home enough
and there are days
I have to train my head
to close around
her time-clock
and withstand the fallout
from her autumn
I hope some day
I will be able
to pickup her pieces
and put myself together
like her
like the woman
who can make the flawed
look so beautiful.
