Francesca Lia Block Quote

Valentinemy friends stitched it up with golden threadlike a redsatin pillow they gave me other whole ones tooroses and charms and red candlesmilagros to repair the real onethey told me i was no longer allowed to give it awaya pretty pin cushiona piece of mexican folk arta hundred beating poems left unansweredlike a thing to wear around the neckthey said you must heal we will protect youbut i sat weeping at the computer forging ahead anywaywith the small stitched thing struggling in my chestit knew that it had needed to be tornso that it could recognize and receive the hundred kindnessestraveling across three thousand miles at the speed of lighta storm of petals and beautiful words and tiny hearts to keep itcompany