Reliquary
Gripping burnt coffee and sit
on tainted windowpane.
I look out without seeing
through morning fog,
and smoke from my own
exhalations.
I wonder
what it would mean
to understand,
to be whole,
and to feel without fear
of breaking.
Gripping burnt coffee and sit
on tainted windowpane.
I look out without seeing
through morning fog,
and smoke from my own
exhalations.
I wonder
what it would mean
to understand,
to be whole,
and to feel without fear
of breaking.