new, in 100 words (I) [maggie ginestra]

How many times must the new little thing be accidentally smashed and then effort to grow back again before you can ever perceive it? (Time is sewn with a beautiful back-stitch.) Slightly fewer when we walk the path of our own destiny. (You know those days you feel weirdly un-clumsy?)  Fewer still when we suspend our disbelief. (Toss it up! It is the one weight that floats!) Oh, and don’t try too hard. To try hard is — inherently — to smash.