When you look at me
you see the glass
only.
When you split
my head/ knead
the bits… what is it
but nerves
of a smile, words
in the dark if
I must, bend.
When you look at me
you see the glass
only.
When you split
my head/ knead
the bits… what is it
but nerves
of a smile, words
in the dark if
I must, bend.