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to the way I’ll never kiss you again.
Whistle of a train breaking from the floorboards,
music of wet cement, sweet Black and Mild through
a vent, and this is not the end, but it is almost the end.
The something still to be done. The pruning of shrubs.
Do anything. Please.”
Is filled with scar tissue
when your fists are heavier than your clay heart,
remember the broken that does not
remember the lungs that pound air in a body
too tired to kiss the sun
tell yourself you are still working on it
say healing, say taking my time
say patience, dear heart
say revolution and revelation and rising
And pluck the orange from the sun – it is setting
Let it set on your palms
Let your shaking bones beat like djembe drums
Let your surrender fall to the ground
So it can hold this tiny blue earth together.
There is an ocean inside of you and
Its waves come in unnamed colors
Waiting for your fingers to submerge itself
In it one by one by one
As your breathing follows the drum beats
As your hand paints over the white nothingness
This is creating
This is tiny human in tiny earth
With so much inside of her
This is freedom
This is keep going. With tiny feet, keep going.”
Perhaps this is God’s way of keeping me safe
He knows I’m tired of seeing dead birds in rusting cages.
Last night, I called the wind and asked
How she taught the dove to fly
‘the sky is a map if you know how to look’
And I looked at my skin,
marked the places I cannot love.
There are mountains in spots I want rivers to flow
Scriptures buried on the ground where trees grow
I guess my skin is a map,
There are stars hanging and the moon is painting constellations
Someday, I’ll find my way through.”
there’s the burning
who wouldn’t be afraid of the fire?
when you reach that dark alley and
decided to make a left
when you skipped morning coffee because
you’ve had too much wine
when you felt so heavy-hearted but scuffled
upon approaching your favorite bookstore
so you just go home
cry over all the wrong decisions you made
stare out the window, see even
the smoke has already cleared
and now there’s nothing left
in your city
in your body
this, is when you’ll realize
it’s not the fire
that you fear.”
a sweet impermanence. Tell me what it tastes like.”
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