Have we yet reached that place
where we can say we have seen
inside the chambers of
each other’s heart?
Can we say we have spoken
to each one of our beasts
we claim
as pets
as ghosts
as gods?
Who would love us then
when
we recite our lives
to each other
without a paused breath
who is left
to listen
or are we equally complicit
on
bloodied knees, unbalanced in prayer,
our fingers broken and
reaching for
and denying all
of whatever makes us divine
whatever makes us lie
and lie
and lie.
and so
the liquor store wine
is the cheapest blood
that can save us.
No. You stay
Let’s just leave
the bereavement to others
who know how to perform it
or cut it into manageable pieces
or adorn it with
whatever decomposing light
is left.
We have seen into each other’s hearts
and we are
remorseless.
Who would want us now
that are hearts are cut open?
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This is so powerful and despairing, Steven. I think I gasped when I read the last four lines.
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Thanks so much, Diana, that means a lot to me. 😊
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This is raw, stunning, and forceful, Steven. —- Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. 🙂
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I agree with Susan! So powerful, melancholy, and beautiful, too.
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure.
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This is incredible ☺️
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Thank you. 🙂
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This has so much power, so much weight. Gorgeous!!!
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Thanks so much, Susan. 🙂
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