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So, Cerys—
we meet again
as I take up these words,
fall into the future with arms
outstretched t’ward stars
I think of how uncertain life
fucking is—
how it’s the unexpected
that sweeps me up,
puts its hands on old scars
reads them like braille
all those secrets,
all that bile
and it’s over now.
I think back to my Mother
how her heart is a fortress
arriving unannounced for visits,
glimpses into her steel-bar world
and Dad’s lack of feeling
blunting with every death,
choking out the fucking light
until there was nothing left.
I shouldn’t feel.
I don’t know how.
But we’re here, Cerys,
we’re fucking here
plugged into each other’s heads
like life support, watching rain
slash dirty windows
thinking how a smile
is as much a bandage
as rage
all that fierce joy
seeping out strangely
beyond the page.
as I take up these words,
fall into the future with arms
outstretched t’ward stars
I think of how uncertain life
fucking is—
how it’s the unexpected
that sweeps me up,
puts its hands on old scars
reads them like braille
all those secrets,
all that bile
and it’s over now.
I think back to my Mother
how her heart is a fortress
arriving unannounced for visits,
glimpses into her steel-bar world
and Dad’s lack of feeling
blunting with every death,
choking out the fucking light
until there was nothing left.
I shouldn’t feel.
I don’t know how.
But we’re here, Cerys,
we’re fucking here
plugged into each other’s heads
like life support, watching rain
slash dirty windows
thinking how a smile
is as much a bandage
as rage
all that fierce joy
seeping out strangely
beyond the page.
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