Where do I know you from?
Holding each other in a tent on a rainy morning
This is something we’ve done before
I followed you here to remember that
I want my love to seep into their pores like a salve
To circulate in their bloodstream
And stretch down into their warm bones
We often don’t know what the love of God really looks like, because we are looking to each other as examples of what love means. And those examples are often steeped in human pain, repression and trauma. The love of God doesn’t look like the love of a disappointed parent. The love of God is… Read more
I am writing this at 12:17pm on February 26, 2014, 7 days after my clavicle reconstruction surgery. I am 19 years old. I am writing this to myself.
Primordial as the sea’s tide,
Seasonal as the butterfly,
All living things must chart through time,
Their paths to food and peace of mind.
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