Take comfort

Although Matilda was finding it hard to hold herself together, she took comfort in quantum physics

If the solid desk was in reality a whirlwind of moving particles

She too could look at herself in the mìrror

And know

She had split into a million pieces, colliding and bouncing off each other

And brush her hair

In some weird responsible way, not care

Soak in the sand-rain-snow storm

And take comfort in discomfort