slivers of me

a long swallow of summer beer
curtains opening to holiday cheer
sun washed in sweet june rain
a bathroom mirror that’s just as vain
a friend who answers on first ring
bravado only a mom’s lap can bring
a book that hugs on every page
a raise above the minimum wage
music that makes the ears worthwhile
a monday morning that wakes with a smile
a love that stays lovely forever
a gut feeling that never says never
a pillow that always looks rested
a will that never looks bested
a dream that touches the fingers
a yesterday that today does linger
a hero who battles mortal awe
an intelligence that asks a how
a god who must again deliver
these are but a few slivers
of blood, bone and what must be
slivers, slivers of what make me.

ram cobain