Grit,and Taint

everything I want for me
all that I am without
what would be so special
about a luxury unused?

I cling onto what is left
even though it leaks
things once forgotten
label under character


I count the fragments
sorted by potential  danger
to be reviewed like photos
inserted behind my eye

to deserve such comforts
as a sortable existence
that needs so shakin' off
of particular matters