"And Personal" photo ©EUnderwood
The logic of forgetting abuse
memory's secret places singing/time
for new songs -
I killed something accidentally, she
killed on purpose -
the body keeps the score. The strength
and endurance to respond
to extraordinary conditions/I know. This
I get from crows:
Ignus aurum probat -
fire tests gold, and adversity
tests the brave.
What I needed most
was to know what it would be like to be
in a family - simply knowing
they'd be there
no matter what. Unconditional
love - love
without condition. So it could be hot
or cold, silver/gold, tears
or rocks or something
liminal, sand constantly
shifting under your feet, or hard
slate and quartz - something
climate-free or atomic happening, and family
would open the door. How would I know? Can't miss
what you never had/no use
crying, nobody
gets everything/nothing
is promised
in this life. Here
is where the hand of fate
once again completes the night, the roots
of resilience are found
where the body shapes itself into spirit and
abundance is in the net
of what I do not have.
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