patron saint of broken glass

hello i am the patron saint of broken glass.
my miracles are as follows:
once a girl was trying to breathe
& her windows all disappeared.
she turned into a bird & that was me.
i was the miracle & the girl.
once a boy drove his car
off a bridge & into a school of salmon.
the salmon said, "go home."
he did not know what they meant.
he did not have the same notions
of home as them. their home
was a promise buried deep.
he was a boy of cathedral faces.
pieces put together by heat. 
i was not the boy. i was the air around him
& he learned to swim. jumped damns.
found the ocean bluer than he remembered.
then, the last miracle. the miracle
of the mirror. a boy in the attic.
he place his hand on the mirror
& it shattered into so many shards
he could no longer see his face.
he picked up one of the pieces
& found it was a glass needle. 
me, the saint, i told him, "make
a pair of lips." he did. he sewed them
from his old comforter that smelled
like moths. he used those lips
to speak the truth. "i have tried
to die & lived." a miracle is always
a place of exhalation. of truth beyond truth.
when i put my ear to any given wall
i hear everyone praying to me.
they are saying, "break me into
so many fragments that no one will
recognize me." i ask in return,
"what kind of wind would you
like to be?"