i’m war and peace
from the same tongue
i’m a volcano and a garden
from the same heart
always at ends
a moment of wholeness
a moment apart


this is how we all are.
some are allowed the filters not to notice
some can’t do a thing but notice
some seam together
as fine as a tapestry from the hands life’s offering
then there are those
who unpick themselves with their teeth

don’t hold me to account because i devour myself
don’t look down on my frayed edges
my unsightly threads
my needle broke a long time ago
and with hands of brutes
i try, i try, i try to sew
but thick thimble thumbs
and callused fingers
make grotesque disfiguring


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