glue your pieces together

three giant me’s 
majestic and robust
 
three giant me’s 
regal and proud
 
flattened 
to the ground
 
a few broken pieces
nothing more remained
 
 ***

When I grow a little
I shudder
When I grow a little
I shrink
When I grow too much
I smash myself down
 
That way at least
I control the demolition
 
Last night in my dreams, 
she pulled me up with her
to the blackness between the stars
 
She whispered, 
“Write about the time
they crushed you and
the broken pieces 
went underground.”
 
“I don’t want to write that.
I don’t wish to remember.”
 
“You are made to remember.
Call to the broken pieces and 
they shall rise from the earth.
Gather them like a mosaic
and glue them back together.”
 
“How do I find the glue?”
 
“Touch the earth and pull it up.
The glue is dark and thick like soil.
Pull it up into your body
And glue your pieces together.”