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Cracked
There is nothing to forgive because you have not done anything wrong
That is what I tell you tell you
Told you the night the rafters on my trailer home
Constructed from the quick-crete adolescent plans of my future
Cracked
Like the hard dry earth from which our fathers coax out a living
And how I screamed silent screams
Snot nosed into my forgiving pillow
From how you were gently, slowly, lovingly
Undoing the wounding the world and the wild had left in your soul
To fix when God or the universe told you it was time.
I want you to show me in what direction to launch
How to punch and kiss and fight like the song that you sing to me
To tell me that it will be alright.
Do you know what it feels like to be paper?
Have you ever felt rain and remembered you were inside?
Convince me you are permanent.
Convince me you are real as the feelings you could never feel.
Convince me that I am convincible.
Swing feet first into my lungs
Bury my fists in the ground like ostrich heads
So I must use my soul to anchor you to me.
You are my rain cloud grey miracle
Who stitched me to you through the noise of red and blue flashing lights and late nights,
Together we rolled in the swollen belly of laugher, metal harts clang clang clanging
Across the bars of my rib cage jail like a prisoner just wanting some bread.
I don't forgive you I forgive me.
For not having anything to give you.
So for now I’ll just hold a glass up to what you have been repeating to me.
My honey, I’m sorry that it hurt.
My darling, I’m sorry that it’s hurting.
My friend, there are other lips that we must kiss.
