broken things

the broken
things come
easily.
the bones,
the table
leg,
the faucet
rusted
in your hand,
the broken
belt
of the vacuum,
spinning
madly.
hearts of
course.
the streets
are littered
with those.
promises
and vows,
empty and
limp like
popped balloons.
the cracked
pipe
from
the first
winter freeze.
your tooth on
a candy
apple.