I am fragments
INDENTloose as cartilage
& this uneasy longing
INDENTloose unwinds my limbs
as cloven hooves sound
INDENTon parquet floors
fists full of drama
INDENTall china-shop blundering
I storm headlong
INDENTdown hallways
cannoning off picture frames
INDENTthen, Stop!
I am snagged on the beginning
INDENTof a red thread wound
around the furniture
INDENTdisappearing under the door
neon red like eyelids shut
INDENTagainst a too-sudden
sun, I will clothe myself
INDENTin the bright newness,
find the ears that seek my voice
INDENT& I will feel this day beneath
my fingertips, the mending
INDENTstitch in torn silk.