Aug 19, 2013


This flesh wants to be done sometimes

Wants to wallow

Lay face first in the bed for days

Wants to forget everything including the truth

But these bones are having no part of that

These bones are made of a struggle I have never known

Made of maids and whites only signs

Made of not married but having the child anyway

Of beaten and blooded and making breakfast the morning after

Made of drives across the country to escape

Neck broken but healed best way magic and potions know how to

These bones don’t break easy as my heart does

This paper mache heart is sad too often but resilient

Never been fully mended but it beats

And it loves

Has much difficulty forgiving these days

But it beats

And these days we praise god for the simplicity in that.


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