On the day you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore,
you called for me, voice cracking like two sets of knuckles
before an altercation.
I found you, looking like a damaged wine glass.
I hugged your shatter. I cut all of my fingers
trying to jigsaw puzzle you back together.
When it was over,
you looked at the stains on the carpet
and blamed me for making a mess.
Suggested citation: Fugard, A. (2022, November 3). Mess, by Rudy Francisco [blog post]. https://andifugard.info/mess-by-rudy-francisco/
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