Oh the years of being
the incredible swimming cat
How I choked my lungs up
with smoke
and yelled and gnashed my teeth
like a Wild Thing

There’s a wrinkle between my brows
for those years
a smack between the eyes
I’ll call it wisdom instead of wear
I’ll look in the mirror and see
my eyes are brighter

I’m a Kintsukuroi
that my children made
my broken pieces
are filled with gold
or summer hummingbirds
and California rain

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Angie's Diary