Holy cow I read this thing and I might ramble on and on as to how this chirps a perfect circle of Feeling, how it is sentences attached to sentences digging into itself and I will do no thing other than let this poem speak its own self, be its own self. OH PLZ READ THIS IS A NECESSARY POEM TO FEEL TODAY.
Her voice went on & on
blue, with kinds of little stars.
I have been drunk too much
to be this loved. Exhilaration brought
new change, newer terrors. You
surrounded yourself with birds & planted
a marigold in the pot, a
flower thought to be fadeless. I’ve
hidden my notebooks behind a cupboard.
For the first time I breathed
in a place where I felt
the expansive but orderly life that
I love. Nothing is to be
rejected in fear or in horror.