Late April.
Slivers Slivers Sliver of me
slice sections of me
into divisions of greed for happiness
Each not knowing how to deliver
each not knowing how to consider
what word
what look
to give
what plan
what step
to live
Ashes ashes ashes of me
ask questions of me
wondering what happened to me
each not knowing what it did wrong
each not knowing where to belong
in the mud
in the dirt
going dry
in the sun
in the heat
out to fry
