Duct Tape: A Conscious Stream

sometimes there are those moments, you know

the ones where I stop laughing for a moment

and remember that my heart is

[while not completely broken]

still cracked.

and I resent that those moments are attached

to being attached

because all I've worked to do

is loosen the shackles.

and God knows I'm free.

and I think it's in the veins of the human condition, you know

being wounded.

the human condition is humans

examining their condition

their wounded condition

and happiness

happiness happens

when that exam yields smiles.

when that exam yields sun

shade

spades

spring

sing

when that exam yields relationships with those who examine

those who piece together your shards of glass house

when you're sick of braving cuts.

the human condition is meeting those who come equipped

with hazmat suits

rubber gloves

duct tape.