Approaching Zero

Mending

They say all poems are broken.

Well, so am I . And so are you.

They must be broken--

or we wouldn't try to tape them back together

with a certain number of lines

a certain number of schemes and rhymes.

I must be broken because I don't think in iambic pentameter

with a certain number of rests and stress.

A certain number of smiles and sex.

You must be broken because you feel in strories

with a certain number of rules and wrecks.

A certain number of fears and regrets.

We're both broken because we were barely aquainted with innocence.

So here we tumble one last time.

I kiss your scars and you kiss mine.