The Whole Sky

One piece of advice
Was to do something
With my brokenness.
But I had so many kinds

And each did something
To me I couldn’t
Undo or return.
A seven-dimensional

Fracture: that was me.
I sat under trees
With my broken head,
Heart, legs, arms, ribs, words, and charms,

And I peered into the sky,
Not wanting wanting to die.