Wednesday May 16, 2018
7:02am
5 minutes
Overheard in the dining room
I take more time now
I try to rush less now
Or maybe that’s a lie now
T-R-Y is the truth I guess
I watch my mother’s body break
And I think about all the women
Breaking
Breaking open
Breaking down
Breaking through
Breaking waves
Breaking story
Breaking bread
Breaking hearts
Breaking wide
I can’t punctuate because
This isn’t over and there’s
No symbol that can accurately
Mark the
Break
Maybe it’s better to stick with
fingers stained
Yellow from curry powder
Or the fine art of slicing tomato
Blending chickpeas into gold
Breaking down the heart
Breaking down the nucleus
Breaking into laughter
Breaking into love
