glass breaks cold

glass breaks cold
soft thoughts
on the underneath of my feet

leaving sparks of red
like dreams
unwanted or lost or broken

another step
to remember they’re gone

another step to find
if there are others ahead

another step
reminds me
which ones hurt the most

Author: mjfeldmar

Marcel Feldmar was born and raised in Vancouver, BC—(That’s Canada, eh?). He studied creative writing at Capilano College and then ended up spending some time in an institution called The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, and now he lives in Los Angeles where his words often get caught in traffic.

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