She shattered splendidly:
perfect imperfection-
pure certified pre-owned memories
on sale for a limited time only
with no hope of crossing hairs
as she braided her diversity into her shoe laces
so she could hit the ground running.
Today she felt real,
like a hammer as she pounded away ideas
and shots
and screamed “perception”
while he whispered “reality”
and I walked away
because I wanted neither.