Time is a Mother
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Read between February 15 - February 15, 2024
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How else do we return to ourselves but to fold
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What we’ll always have is something we lost
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The sadness in him ends in me tonight.
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It ends tonight! I shouted to the cop who pulled us over for dreaming. I’m not high, officer, I just don’t believe in time.
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Maybe he saw that a small thing moving through a large thing is more like a bird in a cage than a word in the mouth.
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I’m not sad, he told me once, laughing, I’m just always here.
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Because my uncle decided to leave this world, intact. Because taking a piece of my friend away from him made him more whole.
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& we hugged for the first time in decades. It was perfect & wrong, like money on fire.
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So hello, hi, the blood inside my hands is now inside the world.
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Sometimes I think gravity was like: To be brutally honest . . . & then never stopped talking. I guess what I mean is that I ate the apple not because the man lied when he said I was born of his rib but that I wanted to fill myself with its hunger for the ground, where the bones of my people still dream of me.
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I want to take care of our planet because I need a beautiful graveyard.
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It’s true I’m not a writer but a faucet underwater. When the flood comes I’ll raise my hand so they know who to shoot.
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My favorite kind of darkness is the one inside us,
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I want to tell him. &: I like the way your apron makes it look like you’re ready for war. I too am ready for war.
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Maybe, like you, I was one of those people who loves the world most when I’m rock-bottom in my fast car going nowhere.
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I made it out by the skin of my griefs.
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Because everyone knows yellow pain, pressed into American letters, turns to gold.
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Time is a mother.
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The man in the field in the red sweater, he was so still he became, somehow, more true, like a knife wound in a landscape painting. Like him, I caved.
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I caved and decided it will be joy from now on.
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I used to cry in a genre no one read.
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There is sunlight here, golden enough to take to the bank.