sirens bleed the night runs cold
a telephone rings next door.
my mouth dark plum fisted hold
kiss me there, you might
find everything you are looking for.
what about before?
what about before?
in two mouths, open like baby birds
worms go down.
i love you here
speak, the tips of trees
pierce the sky
THIS IS WHY
this is why darkness.
THIS IS WHY
i will scream if i like!
to scream.
i will scratch if i like
to scratch,
to bitch the blood.
this ferocity used to be
a glue. now you are afraid
of what hardened you.
i remember the way
i can give it to you again.
come home
to me.
enter, again.
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
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Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
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My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
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