I fear sadness now,
knowing what it can do,
knowing what it can do,
turn my head away from it,
bow my eyes in the face of it,
delicately,
at my edges it pecks,
but I am covered in layers of tissue,
ice on the edge, and yet, yet,
at the right moment,
in the right breath
with the right sort of eye,
I am soft enough to tear apart,
my face already breaking,
look how lovely the mornings are,
the way the clouds break the light
