3:05 AM
A boy jumps out of a watery dream into the embrace of his dark room to watch a man break himself
bit by bit into love and loss. A boy calls this man father. Say empty rooms—
We walk back in time
holding hands through corridors heavy with the stench of memory, we pick a spot in history
sit,
and watch our mistakes come to life again— sister (a sunflower) gets scorched
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I watch father dream all the dreams he couldn't live mother melts into a river of loneliness
she sucks us in, we all drown.
The universe is weaving living jokes out of dying bones but our tongues are already too heavy with the names of all the
dead we carry, so we don't laugh. Say lost soles—
We try to trace cracks on the wheel of nostalgia
with fingers that have grown weary of touching broken things (dreams, women, walls, hearts)
to find where we first gathered our strength into smoke
and gave it to the sky where we first lost it—
the will to stand without crumbling into a sea to live without dying a little,
god is rewriting hope on the skin of lost children but we can't find them
we can't touch them
we can't bring them home we can't make them stay. Say dead men—
Grief is the mother of loss,
loss is the brother of despondency and before we got our fingers wet
soiled even,
snooping through wreckages of love that couldn't grow in a body besieged with want for things that don't die,
before we gifted our prayers to the wind begging it to ride to the ears of god, before silence became a ritual we immersed ourselves in to survive, before the breaking,
before the healing,
we had first tried to dream you back to life in different forms—
in still waters in growing fire in warm air, we failed.
You mirror me, and for you
I gather desire the way birds gather sounds in a beak
beckoning morning to fulfill the promise of renewal,
I am gathering every dying piece of this body into a song and gifting it to the wind again,
I am driftwood floating in the sea drifting,
unyielding,
staring into the face of god daring heaven to shatter me again.
Chapter end
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