If I could silence my mind
I would be like this glass,
more simple and sober
than a gray tablecloth,
unnoticed until needed,
without facets or pleats,
and more natural than
your hair, or the gaps in
your teeth.
I'd be cylindrical and smooth
minus angles or points,
and light in your hands
when your lips I'd anoint.
And should ever I break and
my transparency be stained,
in every little shard, your
reflection would reign,
able to be retrieved when
you're down on your knees,
or you've had a bad day,
and you're just too tired to bleed.
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