you make your way in like a ruthless predator opening up, pulling apart push and pull. I remember the waves, the sea with its flow infiltrate then withdraw. I pray for it, wish I was drowning. but the heaviness of your body I can’t ignore. Stiffness. You draw me in like an animal. Breathing inContinue reading “I told you no”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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