you smashed
porcelain angels across my back
and left
webs of silk and gossamer trailing through orbit
disrupting
the ellipse of our inadequacy
gradually
our understanding of each other collided
and drifted
away
(drifted
away and collided)
in to
asteroid belts and comet trails
drawing a
trail of smashed kilns and dangling ideas
our skin
was hewn with stitch marks and craft glue and scars
criss-crossing
at uneven and impossible angles:
the road
map of our dysfunction
came with
no legend
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