i've started to put myself
back together with the pieces
i have left sitting around in my
apartment and while some of the
original sections are missing it seems
they've been replaced with something
like sugar, something like sunshine,
something like me with a slightly
warmer tint

you were a
month for
healing, for
becoming
whole again

november
                                                                     b  r  e  e  z  e
                                                            not a siren, but
                                                  a heavy exhale
                                          saying the holes
                               left in my chest
                         from the bullets
                   he dodged
          can be
     more
than
e
m
p
t
y
s
p
a
c
e
i just have to feel it and
let it pass and let the magic
of creation and connection
take my words and show
other girls like me
how
to
be
something
other than a target.