“The months fall to shards at my feet.”
“Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.”
“My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.”
“There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.”
“Right now I am working to polish the shards of my dreams.”
“I shake my head and the tiny acrobats fall like spangles, like the cool rain on another planet, down to the inside of my feet.”