A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
the thing is: you must stop defining
yourself by what you have lost, stop waiting here for the air to explode. tonight sweet Night readies her tender meal of absentmindedness for you the trees outside sigh, grown weary of hosting your jackleg crucifixes. quit struggling upriver into smaller and smaller streams that don't fit you. be swept down into the sea where your dreams have room to get lost, wave-tumbled, ravaged and salt-tongued until you cough up another language and your footprints are extinguished like tired stars. whoever the whale spits out will be given a new name. whoever gets lost in the mountains will return in the company of tigers. whoever drops his burden of stone in the torrent spites his exhaustion into the shape of a bridge. Comments are closed.
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