he filled with water and
flowers, carnations and roses,
tulips and daisies. He went crazy
with the blooms. But I didn't have

the room for the water, let alone
the flowers. I leaked out the holes
in showers. The weight of this made
me crack. You can't stack more into

something that can't hold itself
up. You can't pour tea into a cup split
in two. You can't walk in shoes that don't
have a sole. My pieces rolled off the table

like a marble. He cut himself on the shards
scattered all over the floor. Too many pieces
for him to piece back together. The only thing
to rise is his blood pressure.