Everything is Shrapnel These Days: Cecile Forman

April 22, 2020, Kate Belew With Cecile Forman (San Francisco)

Woke up from a night of unfocused sadness ready

to breathe for the first time in hours. 

The sun was darting sharp rays right into

a glass of water, the smallest container of 

them all, turned into a kitchen diamond.

I bring it to my lips to drink 

liquid shards of light burn my throat 

everything is shrapnel these days. 

Embedded within old souvenirs, though

the newest form of compass there is.