She brews tea loose leaf

And in the breeze, we're alright to be

Shattered like an ornament

That fell like a fruit from the tree

Where she won't attach or detach or climb

Through silk threads within rib cage

Hoping to find more than

Shallow tones and requiems

Jaggers pick her back

For the insects to spin their web

Oh, and what a garden to harvest

In strands of neutral brain cells that pop and inflate

Little barbwires of trigger word

Induce thе woke dream of lost nostalgia

And in the breezе, we're alright to be