Broken pieces falling from fingers.
They land on a head inside a
room where silent walls encourage
the pieces to reunite inside
The sign says ‘closed for repair’ on
the comfort food restaurant. A
cry goes out for comfort as
the fingered pieces will not
organize inside that head.
How lovely, even luxurious, it
would be for the pieces to fall in
formation as usual, in
that head. But nothing is usual when it’s
closed for repair.