I lay them in a mandala, the shards of glass

I pull from my back, one by one.  I let them

scar over, and I surround the mandala

in peonies, because the pain was not for nothing

and now that I can watch it from afar, my

pointer-finger-thumb camera brand new,

maybe I can capture something beautiful of it. Flash




15 years old

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