each day she awoke
a carpenter
hammering nails into
thin boards
building a world by herself
measure twice, cut once
splashing technicolor
paint onto flaws and knots
show me show the world
that nothing is wrong.
A mirage built for one
but you helped too.
It is in the best interest
of love 101 to keep things
as they aren't.
It takes tremendous care
work, cobbling, coloring
mostly imagination
splitting what is from what
should be.
It's never simple
except in pieces
one board at a time
keep your head down
square the edges
some glue here
some screws there
it is amazing what pain
will build
to protect itself.
when her world was finished
she marveled at its beauty
while underneath
splinters and blood
told the real story
slicing and bleeding
terror and peeling
nothing she made
was built to last.
