Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls

Excerpt from “Dust”

I don’t know where
these pieces fit,
or if they are even mine,
but I feel they are,
whether they are all with me,
clinging to my body
or still behind in that box
that remains unopened in the corner
marked kitchen goods.

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