things fall apart |
things fall apart
       eventually
     lips give way to teeth, leaves curl back
            exposing purple fruit
            soft and uncertain of rot
        or hungry mouths
            maybe a windstorm
expensive, fragile things will hover
on the edges of tables and counters, waiting
            for an elbow or hip
     to brush by
then, it will attempt to disassemble itself
it will try to become molten again
to return to sand and
            days of nothing other than lying
            under the cold ocean
            slipping in and out of the beach's mouth
instead, the shards lay there
useless and dangerous
       drawing only blood and brooms
          people stay in their rooms
overtaken by an overwhelming sense of
    I-can't-put-my-finger-on-it
surrounded by walls that are
    trying to disassemble
to return to their place of sand
       and ease
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