Where light touches you
I see every little crack in your lips,
and every tiny hair on the side of your face
I see every single cell of skin,
and the empty space between them:
the cracks that you seep through
I see the columns of shadow along your eyelids cast by your lashes,
and where tears slide down your temples and into your hair,
I see the little shining copies;
the little crystal streaks
Where light touches you,
yourself is set not in shadow,
but in gold.
Jerry looks out peacefully at his friend Marky drowning again. He’s in the water. The first time he was out there, it was when his mom got sick for good, and he stopped seeing his shrink.
Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
I went to work the day after they announced it. I stocked the shelves and listened to the radio from the speakers in the warehouse ceilings. Cars were piling up at the exits, trying to get out of town.
Comments
There's a gentleness and sensitivity to this piece that give me tender feels. Somehow, you've made crying tragically beautiful. This poem feels like an expression of pure love and acceptance.
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