growing pains

in the kitchen

sits a

shattered

photograph

of a little girl

with a

watermelon juice

smile

i study the

fresh history

encased in

fissured fractals

of frame,

cracked and

clinging for

dear life,

until a

single taps sets

the photo

free, falling...

in the sink

lies a

sopping

memory

peering upward

at me, its

broken-hearted

beholder

bearing a

tear-streaked

frown