Mending a Broken Heart
My heart may have been broken by someone else,
someone wearing paper-thin boots and skinny jeans
and a sacred hat of illegal feathers, but how I put it back together,
how I decorate the scars, how I sew them up with glitter
and gold thread and glue sequins into the seams,
where I add pearls and ribbons and powder from a holy river,
is entirely up to me.