Clumsy

How Clumsy

of me to drop so many glass cups. The sound was shhhhhh

like when you leaned into me, putting your finger tip on my lips
and held it there.

I became quiet then because what else do you do.
Space had become smaller, a cut on your neck from shaving with a dull razor.

looked like a capital T, a stand alone shelving unit
I wanted to put my belongs on.  

Were we empty or we were just thirsty?

You went on to raise kids.
I went on breaking glass. 

That night, I dreamt of walking live wire,
wings still growing from my back.

The air was like all these open windows,
a salt smell when you know the ocean is close.

I still watch glass from time to time in afternoon light.
When the sun warms the dirt, I walk barefoot

for the thrill. I walk barefoot to get cut.