To cup the back of my neck the first time we kissedĪnd I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, With that and the poem in mind, my hope for us all is to be authentic in who we are, and to allow old scars from clashes with life bind us, rather than keep us apart. Interestingly, blue and orange create a dark line in between. The artwork is inspired by the orbital sunrise drawing of cosmonaut Alexei Leonov. How the black cord makes of them a single fabric When it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,Īnd when two people have loved each other Than the simple, untested surface before. Like the family walking through Horrorland holding hands–Īnd it will plant it in every windowsill, It sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell, Wiped clean-let us never be rescued from this mess.Īnd there are a bunch of small children already living in your bedroom After all the potsĪre stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters With love, a table overflowing with baked goods Over the coffee table, the kitchen countertops Of fur rise, rise over the little gnarly blue rug, In the city was rescued from his apartment Or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,Īnd I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.Īnd it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
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So attentive has this innate way of making everything about you.Īnd it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. How I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
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The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, See, she remembers what came before this. With, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, You and I may have different definitions of a good day. Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,Ĭarried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk įor your soul senses the world that awaits you. Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning You can trust the promise of this opening Your eyes young again with energy and dream, Then the delight, when your courage kindled, Wondered would you always live like this. Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
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It watched you play with the seduction of safetyĪnd the gray promises that sameness whispered, Still unable to leave what you had outgrown. Where your thoughts never think to wander,įor a long time it has watched your desire,įeeling the emptiness growing inside you, I was the dog, chained in some fool’s backyard The most simple-minded of possible responses.Įnjoy it while you can, they said of Happiness The breeze and the river and the color of the fields