Why can’t I live in pieces?
Why demand that I be whole?
Entirety is vicious
Onerous to persevere
I did not consent
To be gnawed at by chisels
Yet I am left mine alone
To be puzzled into eminence
It’s no Herculean task
It can be done as needed
But once I am made whole
I tug at my fraying edges
Evanescent is my tapestry
Undone in mere hours
Bone-weary I plead
Could I just live in pieces?
A very fine state to be
In crumbs and stones and gravel
In pieces I could thrive
For aeons they’d endure