Alone

flowers so crimson it makes your mouth ache
the deeper the cut
the greater the satisfaction
cobwebs sewn into the light fixtures
as I walk on the ceiling
       something so delicate and heartbreaking
while snow coats the trees in Kyoto
like powdered sugar
is there nothing I can't get addicted to
if only
my fractured, hummingbird mother
                                   as in a film
every color
of every dress
never by chance
because the broken are the beautiful