Typewriter Series #2716 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Broken pieces of broken bits
all threat to the barefoot
of the world. I think I
shine in the sunlight,
half pretty and glinting
but I cut, deep,
without ever meaning to.
Be the ocean and the stones
it carries, toss me
and roll me and smooth
all that jagged edged
nonsense
I became when shattering
replaced shelf sitting.
Make me sea glass,
finger held from stooping
hands, make me worthy
of saving,
of some pocket,
somewhere.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on September 03, 2019 19:23