l'hoeuf

true.
i am sharp pieces.
pieces...pie-ces.
pie.
glittering glass pie-ces
of one another.
an-other.
bones are vibrating.
and my tongue.
breathing too fast.
no matter the
words you use,
we are broken.

all held up in our palms.
glittering glass.
cuts and slivers.
hey, you look like me
a little.
and you look like me
more.

have you ever met that guy?
he's big, and strong.
and he doesn't have pie-ces.
but his hands are cut
with slivers.
my slivers.
my cuts.
my glass.
and i love him.