Cutting up your life into little pieces,

Body parts astrewn in no particular order.

Evidence that lays out the parts of what was whole,

adhesive applying a stronger kind of hold.

The duck tape of thoughts I break with my teeth

to seal the feelings underneath.

What tools do I have to carve out my pain?

What beauty spins out from the frayed threads of longing?

Fighting the losses.. counting the blessings.. and the lessons.

Rearrange.  Step Back.  Get out of the dance.

Dissemble.  Cool it out. 

Eyes to the soul, windows open wide – without a door,

walls that melt away..  porous to the touch.

And why is there no lock?-  yet always a key in hand

hoping someone will stay

to crack the codes – clear passage ways between us. 

Staircases to the floor upstairs – running up to greet you,

sheets that substitute for love, cigarettes shared in case the lips are only speaking.

A hand to want another hand seems far reaching,

shapeshifting to fit your frame of mind..  and that’s just one slice at a time.