Pieces that should do the Should’s
but pieces that so badly want the Want’s.
Pieces that flirt with the beaten path
and pieces that are scared to death, yet
aroused
by the uncharted.
Pieces who eat anything, anytime
Pieces who must eat everything—every time.
Pieces who crave routine
a committed chaos
others who despise the unsurprising
yearning
for a magical mayhem.
Pieces who don’t know bedtime
and pieces that require a full nine.
Pieces that drown in music
and in silence.
Pieces that want to say it all and—
shut up! just shut up.
Pieces that want to be with everyone and
no one
at once.
Pieces who want want want
and pieces who want to yard sale every last piece.
Pieces that love the game
and pieces that didn’t mind when it was gone.
Pieces who forget I play the game
and pieces who forget I am
worth
anything else.
Pieces who are finally free and yet suddenly
suffocated.
Perhaps not all pieces are meant to puzzle
fixed in a pretty picture
and perhaps some puzzles are not meant to be solved
but left shelved, the pieces
falling
all
over
each other
in perfect chaos.
Perhaps they are just
pieces of me
and I am to let them be.