What’s the matter?
Did I not live tragically enough for you?
Did I let too many things be the gleam in my eye?
Did I let too many people love this heart of mine?
Should I have fallen in love with the brokenness?
Because I could have.
And I would have
Had I not seen some miracle thing.
Had I forgotten that I left my heart in someone else’s sleeve somewhere,
Had I forgotten that I didn’t leave this will in my mother’s womb.
Had I thought that my fate was my sealed shut; that I was bound to be an ancestors broken record, left to play.