I find you splintered in the evenings
Your jars of swirling soul stacked on the shelves
Disheveled and collected like coins or china dolls.
In the steam of redeeming creatures,
You’re the feature,
Most accentuated by mirrored glass,
And priceless heirlooms.
Your children line up single file on the page
take the stage as they curtsy and bend at the hip.
Cross my heart and kiss my elbow,
if I fall,
you’re coming with.
You’re the mystery of what crawled underneath the floor boards.
You’re the sum of the words,
that made the pen stronger.