In Pieces
In pieces
A year after I was born,
or so it goes,
I might have been feeling like...
It feels like..., at least...???
Con and fused and willingly.
And with one big, really big black heart of mine,
with two scopes for an eye
and two funnels like an ear, wide open.
All of that machinery of mine,
for all that wants
to get in.
And now as an adult,
I still want to get in.
And I do get in, ...
In pieces.
-by Jaro T
Copyright © Jaro Tomko | Year Posted 2018
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