Broken

When life scorches and
burns you, cracks
straining, hardening, 
 
taste the moonlight and
savor its
tangy lemon wedge,
 
let your wings stretch out
against the 
shadowy hollow,
 
smooth out the creased edge
of the tale
unspooling in you,
 
use your blistered hands
to pick up 
your broken pieces.

(c) Allison Xu