Eggshells Broken Glass

early spring

the air is still

cold enough to risk

the crocuses

my suitcase

full of jam jars

I am skittish

trundling

all this breakable glass

You tell me

I’m still family

but our triad is

fractured

My heart is a

blown out egg

Allison Armstrong is a queer, polyamourous leather femme living on unceded Algonquin territory where she does magic and makes things with her hands. She has work published or forthcoming in Grain Magazine, Enheduana Journal, Pink Disco, Hustling Verse (Arsenal Pulp), and elsewhere. Follow her adventures online @amazon_syren