Today and all days
Little pieces
Pearls and crumbs, memory and skin
I hold onto structure: houses, breakfasts
Or the earth and trees
Let me be stretched and fixed
Cracked, hit and smoothed by a heavy wind

In love, when I come home he will be there
Smothered by flour and butter and figs
Maybe the gentleness and force I want are more interwoven than I first thought
At a first glance
Maybe I walk towards violence, darkness
War