The Jigsaw
Break me open
Make me red
See the unguent oozing from my
wounds
Reading pasts, futures
See my human-ness in the red on
your hands
Come on dear
Find courage
Smash my bones, throw me down by
the sea
Where we played in youth
Half of me will go back to it,
liquid. Flowing free
Brace your hands
Seize me tightly
When you are ready breathe deep,
seething
Then pull me apart
Piece by piece, tearing each part
of me away
Pack me up
Keep each piece
Place the bits of me in a
suitcase
Take me with you
Drive for an hour, we’ll go to
the countryside
Lay me out
Red and broken
Start with my hands, put me back
together
End with my heart
I’m a funny jigsaw but, we can
make me
Better
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