the sharded imaginary

i.
The poesy sharded in me    with
in walls off

guard    without gardenshame with
out the muscle

required to hum a pointless tune
within reason

ii.
Quick as the largeness of
loss of
design    quick as the mouth
                of each wound
surrounds
    this ball of care    this suffering of love in arms that
    fall out of voice    out of knowing who where what to write