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Published: 2012-07-12 19:11:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 742; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 8
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Lover, if I was the Sahara desertand you were a monsoon I would
know what it felt like to
ache for you in my dry &
dusty bones.
& I would sing
the drought lullabies with parched lips
& swallow blood to ease
my throat.
I would strip
the life out of lions &
wild dogs like unwrapping
the first gift you ever gave me
& I would wear their pelts
in mourning,
cast their bodies
at your feet when you finally came & say
look: these are the things I do when you are gone.
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I have never told you. I don't think I have ever said. When I read this years ago--younger, untried, shaken--this resonated with me. Of all the poems I have ever read, I come back to this one over and over. It gives my bones the weight they need, it makes me feel full of sugar and salt and depth. But yes, having read this years ago, it moved me. But reading it, especially tonight, especially now that I know this love which makes beds underneath my fingernails and clogs my throat with tar and peppermints--reading it now, I cannot thank you enough for knowing the secret things that I know. For knowing them before me. And waiting.
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I just saw this comment about an hour ago, and have spent the last hour trying to think of the right way to respond - so that you know how much this comment means to me. I don't know if I can do it justice, so I just wanted to say: thank you. I'm so glad you found it, and so, unbelievably thankful that it means something to you - especially something enough to come back to.
I hope your love is everything, everything.
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I've kept your comment in my inbox for years. Looked at it every once in a while. You've been a comfort. My love was everything and even that wasn't enough. He left. I gave it time. Someone else, someone quieter and stockier, came along and I learned to love with less air and more earth. I don't know if I'll ever stop loving the first, but I do know that loving the second has been a wonderful decision and made with more deliberation and hope. Thank you.
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You are certainly welcome!
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Hi there! Just a note to let you know that I've featured this piece in my journal
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sorry for the late reply, but thank you so much for featuring me!
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I love your work, I can never think of anything really to say just that it seems to speak very closely to me. Beautifully done.
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I want you to know that I would be suggesting this as a DD except that you just got one and people can only get them every 3 months. It's... perfect.
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I'm so on the edge right now, I didn't want to answer questions because it makes it more real... but basically it's about my journal entry (and again, my latest poem...)
Thank you
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Your poetry always seems to be in lock-step relevance with my life.
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