made of stone

I would love to say that I am capable of breaking

gently, slowly, appropriately timed -

responding to the normal type

of things that hit hard,

but that would be a lie.

because really I am granite

and I do not contain webs of cracks

through which I weep and fill the gaps with love

no, instead

I am incapable of feeling much

of anything at all

until you drop the wrong thing

in just the right way

and then I fucking shatter

and nothing in the universe

can put me back right.

so sure, I break,

but in no small way

and I refuse to do so

until I have no choice.