the brown hardwood floor is where it
has always
been.
you at once came
crashing down
through.
where you tore in two,
ten-thousand beautiful flowers
splintered forth
like
hot jazz
graffiti.
the sounds you made upon
impact are little
poems, i’ve saved
them all and the
music tonight
makes me
chuckle.
in the morning,
i shall take your broken bones to
the recycling dumpster, do my
part to
save the
planet.
