Breaking is not the same as Breaking Open

People run at me with pritstick,

Superglue, band aids and a soft

'There there'

While I stare at them,

Wondering.

Yes, I know, the

Stillness

Unnerves you.

Yes, I know you see

Wrongness

In this grief.

but I unravel all the same.

I turn and turn,

Undoing and undoing and undoing…..

I cannot stop undoing.

I gaze at the world

And I know nothing.

Funny Ol' Flat Face

I cannot wear a dog nose
On my funny ol' flat face - 
It looks awfully silly
And totally out of place.

Why can't I have some other face shape?
One that's much less round?
For every time I've thought that,
I wish I had a pound!

But logic tells us one thing for sure,
So listen if you please:
If I have a face that's shaped like the moon,
Then I must be made of cheese!

Nothing

I have no words......
Nothing;
Nothing;
Not.......

How can I write
When I know
Nothing

And how can I be
Known?

Yet here is another
Telling me in words
My own experience
Without my saying it.

So I suppose......
Love knows.