Little Glass Girl

I’m a little glass girl.
A man must have built me once,
his hands old and weathered with age
like a boat on a rusty sea.
I can see him sometimes--
lifting pieces of me to the light,
reflecting back color stained by memories.
 
I’m a little glass girl
he taught me how to speak,
to roll my rrr’s and say Bonjour in scintillating shards.
He warped emotion from molten words
and said “now look” when he built my eyes.
 
I’m a little glass girl.
But true beauty comes when I shatter-
Blue and green and soft hues of sunset,
dotting the ground like stars in the sky.
Shards, scattered reflecting light. . .
Enchantée de vous rencontrer- 
Encantado de conocerte-
je m'appelle- soy-
 
I’m a little glass girl.