we make
our choices

I
made my choices

find poetry a
form too jagged
to imagine
us floating on a calm ocean
not thinking of the chaos to come

if waves are
part of poetry they are
savage triangles
isosceles shark fins
sharp as
broken glass

and then you ask
me about mirror
and I show
you a
single shard once
deep under my skin
took a lifetime
to dig out

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