Voice as an untuned violin
Condemning he-speak hijacks my innermost thoughts
Drowning my ears
Wisdom in my soul, for what!
When my every word and thought is dead upon arrival
Bled out, I still live
And see you direct the dark
And orchestrate sin
Do you remember the after-work nights
I’d let you lay your tawny head in my lap
Content now, at peace finally
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
The movie would roll
I’d wake you during
With an anything-but-absentminded stroke of your hair
Or after
With a simple kiss
Eagerly, I’d relay all you’d missed
Sleepily, you’d disclose you’d seen it, actually
The gentle walk to bedtime now
Tomorrow’s a busy day
The why, I reasoned
Without reaching out to my heart or my skin
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
I’d think of you there
So far over there
As my starving skin fell slowly
Asleep
Finally
Morning, I, still clutching
My hand making breakfast with berries
Feeding you what felt like a gift you didn’t want
I remember the sun seemed to always shine through my door on you
As you left for the day
And for too-many days more missing you
I’d fall fast asleep, clutching your hand
In my heart
Skin screaming out at the emptiness, but the weekend was coming
Saturday! The day
You’d let me share my City
My family, my home, my sound-sleep space again
My time, my life
With you
Do you miss this?
Or was boredom all you recall?
Let’s afford them less
The youngest of all who’re made
Then laugh when they’re old
A woken aura found me
Slow-danced me in silence when I thought to over-think
Baby, flanked in trouble, why?
Come here from over there
With your eyes wide open now
Rest in Me, He said
The wide world and it’s watery chops
Making messes unprecedented
Burping and belching and barking for relief
What understanding might we gain if we come alongside
Think as heathens
Take what is ours
And so come away empty
So empty
Jump through hoops
Come away singed
Whipped
Like a circus animal
Deserving this fate
But don’t believe
Whitewashing the past
Time
Or some forgiving heart
Will redeem you
Artist Credit: Tiger R., age 11
Rose-colored glasses
And the perfect length lever
Let’s begin the move
Each a prism, we are
In faith, we allow truth in
With hope, we speak out