Humpty Dumpty

My hands are clumsy,
overwhelming tendencies to drop piles of dishes

(Literal piles)

Nothing fragile is safe from this constant state of shifting

My platelets of blood clink against each other
Porcelain red disks jolting, fighting towards the surface
for the rush of first blush

Streams of blood,
crowded waters fluxing beneath overlapping tiles
of skin, protein, sebum and ink

Balancing scales protecting the world beneath,
the fissures emerging from deep under flesh,
from the darkest, wildest recesses of body


Dishes
piled one on top of the other

When the wall tumbles down
and your body hits dirt
One crack is easy to fix, maybe two

But this heart wonders,
what about three? or four?

or the truly, truly shattered