Anthology

Broken, but working by design

I love things that are

Broken

But still fulfill their design

People, who are depressed and alone and terrified

That still make people smile and laugh and be loved

Mirrors that are cracked

but still show the image

(fractured as it may be)

Balls that won't hold air

But still fly and roll and score

(The children will not play with them anymore)

Cups that are chipped

But hold liquid all the same

You may taste copper as you sip

(that is the price of being welcome here)

Forks without tines, spoons that are bent, 

bowls that have been taped back together

(eat fast, or the milk runs away)

Knives that are dull

{Perhaps I am overly fond of dull knives}

I do enjoy sitting on the edge of the void and looking down, waiting for it to blink

It isn't my fault that I fell, mesmerized by its pretty --lies-- eyes