There Were Long Hyphens In Our Day-
When No One Spoke; No One Exhaled
As We Contemplated The Broken Puzzles-
The Broken Tiles All Over The Floor
Some Might Have Called Us Mad-
Insane- In This Ceramic Nightmare
Of Yoga Knees And Bloody Feet-
Empty Bottles Scattered On A Garden Mat
And Still We Persevered-
With Our Buckets Of Glue And Fingers Of Paste
Figuring How To Fit Ourselves Into This Chaos-
Of Porcelain Folly And Jaded Beliefs
This Irksome Chaos Of So-Called Matrimony-
This Well-Earned Puzzle That Some Call Love