we shouldn’t be
fragile
fragile ought to be a teacup
or finely blown glass
not life
or psyches
souls
or constitutions
but we are
each one of us
is
within
a breath
of bro
ken
a second
of split ting
a flash
of fad ing
a whisper
of wilt
ing
too easily we come apart
at the seams
from a memory
a scent
an event
an affliction
barely bound
by guts grace
and tears
that keep us whole
be friend fragile
we don’t truly feel
without it
