Handle with care
this delicate piece of us
this flimsy line
made from butterfly pupils
and leaf veins
this cracked, jaded face of marble
afraid of the chisel
yearning for the push of the hammer.

This is how it feels like
to hang suspended and frozen
teetering on the edge of a cliff
not knowing where the drop
or the safe ground is.

This stretched, strained connection
is fragile as an insect
so please
please
handle with care.