dug up some old poems to resurrect
dear reader:
of course, the words below are
just a tiny present.
from a tiny fractured mind
from a little shard of glass
that, while sharp, is
in fact, still able...
to refract light
refracting the world
refracting the word
into a rainbow made of
of something like an idea.
through itself
and unwrap itself
as a tiny thought.
if said present
is presented
in such a way
that it enables you
to cut yourself on
the edges of a piece of glass:
throw it away.