23 January 2016


Piece me together like a puzzle
A complicated one
Whose pieces you have no choice but to scatter
       across the table
Whose beginning must be a corner, sharp and imperfect
Because nothing else makes sense.

Piece me together like a puzzle
Whose hundreds of crooked nooks never
       quite fit
Whose coming together is slow and hard
And makes you tear at your hair
Whose bits end up strewn across the floor
Thrown across the room
Lost in the carpet
Until you throw your hands up
       in surrender.

Piece me together slowly
Like a puzzle that soon
Becomes something beautiful.