we ripped along ragged seams
but we were tattered from the beginning
this tear was inevitable.
i press these words into my palms
enclose them with cold fingers,
(you used to make my hands warm.)
i pull my silver thimble from my pocket
i'm afraid of needles now.
you broke me so that i could spin
this heaviness on my chest
into pretty poetry-
thread through me,
stitch by clumsy stitch:
i was never as steady or
as stable as i should have been.
my eyelids sewn shut
it is easier to meet you
one more day like today
one more fight like this one, and
i will face my pinprick heart
and never turn inside out