The baby’s hands are wrapped around
My finger. Does she know how safe I am—
now?
Now that she’s here, now that I know her
I’ll say:
Dearest daughter,
I am complete with surrender
I’ve never
held treasure but
I’ll never need to now.
And if you promise to shoot me I’ll
Leave this denial—manic, depressed
Draw two lines on opposite sides
Of the country and
You’ll find me in the middle between manic and depression
This is silly this is silly this is silly this is silly
They are just atrocities mixed up with
Better atrocities. Only a fool would
Dutifully serve those chemicals.
Don’t you dare speak my Name.
Show your faces.
Harbor, convalesce, my closest contemporaries. Have some enticing, explicit
Divinity.
It is
Gut wrenchingly radiant
To think,
I would be gone now
But it takes so much breath to conclude
So I just live on live through and weep right.
Get branded from time to time
It’s a sign
of
The divin
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