to tell a hope aloud
a truth we’d love to be
but isn’t
is bringing other needs
needs not nurtured,
needs all drizzled
to get warm
and bite and warn
of others waking up
and making up
a cloudy castle
that sweetly chimes and hustles,
come to life
a life so fragile, so unsure
that realizing it’s not true
breaks it into millions of pieces
of glass
that, I wish, would cut my throat
or at least my tongue out

ever slept on broken bottles?