Things and stuff

Each of us has broken things,
accidentally.

In a shoebox ignored but kept,
rattled from apartment A to E,
fine cracks form, widen, form anew.

Things already relegated by uselessness,
or unique and rare usefulness
we only realize with need,

we find in pieces,

a practical puzzle I guess,
says the optimist;

but practice and time says the realist;

how puzzling says the pessimist,
possible though.
Possible though.

Another Michelle

michelle searches she does the literature
she keywordiness is human algorithm
so that she, et. al could give evidence
of the obvious scientifically you know,
from up here we see the ultimately, the hard decisions
you know, what is good ibid she thinks
is that so hard really guess so god i feel scared all over

guess icecream still is good and sun
she thinks pluck a piece of it
the grass and for hours you go you
know yourself what for that time
it is
& stubborn adversaries say no
but so you do anyway,
michelle,
keeps you you no thanks heavens