it takes one particular event
to become
then to break
like hands that molded you
to know the circumference
of the sky
taper down to whittled wings
and document your fairytales
things that happen
straight like parallel lines
yet meet,
they must meet sometime
so that you appear on my rug
broken like the person I am.
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(After reading Angelle's letter...
27 July 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem