because I’ve lost the other nine hundred and ninety nine pieces.
I don’t remember what it madeor where it went.
But I look at it sometimesand hold its tiny arm between my fingers.
It has a red corner (but don’t we all?),and it’s blue at the bottom (if you hold it the right way),
and the rest is purplewhich is really just red mixed with blue.
It could have been the lips that join a kiss.It could have been the dagger in the dead man’s back.
It could have been a picture of happinessor maybe I’m holding it upside down.
It doesn’t matter what it was.But I keep it with me
because I am looking for other lost jigsaw piecesto link arms and make a picture
where red becomes green and yellow and blue andwhen I look at it, it could mean something or everything or nothing
if only I had another piece.