2019

Memento Mori 

Thank you for telling me I would have died
It was the most honest thing
Anyone said to me, all year

The parts of me that wanted to,
—did
What remains has chosen
—To stay

Your stories are written all over your face
Nuances and character
You can never hide who you are
Steal away

Thank you for telling me I would have died
Now my body understands
There is so much more—
To say
Here.

Beauty is—
Our willingness to let go of what we think
we know. And let slip through
A slice of the midnight sky
Speckled stars
And a glint of wonder.

Rivers for Tears

And my scars have become
Rivers for tears
And cracks for beauty
To slip through
When nobody is looking

To the Edges (of what is Understood)

Weaving stories out of sentences
And then
Letting it lead—-
You to the edges
Of what is understood

But tell me
I try to listen
Some days it is the texture in the sky
Other times a surface
Rock. Sandstone
Something that comforts

Unaccomplished deeds
Stack up
As my bookshelf expands
Wider
does it my mind?
Or am I just filling
With words that fall
Short of
What you learn
Living?

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