How does one begin to talk about the past?
Come in and take off your shoes
Don’t step on anything delicate
There’s lots of that round here
My mouth is broken
It has been for quite some time
Sometime I was
And you can’t put back together
A trashed China doll
A broken crystal glass
A shattered snow globe
To the way it was before
It cannot be returned
Instead it becomes a new object
Jagged edges and fangs
On accident, on purpose
It was not pleasant.
It hurt too much.
Dandelion girls, it’s okay now.
Come on home
What a mess it was.
We made mistakes.
That’s okay, too
Can’t stay all day in the cold.