a year of getting back in touch.

act one: me
act two: you
act three: everything else

Thursday, February 16, 2012


I have carried your pain   in metal buckets and
I still go for water   every so often
and that water   is so cold and hard
that it stings my hands,   its weight makes me feel
my arms will break   at the shoulders and yet
I go to that well   and drink from it   because
I am, as you,      made of water

The poem of the day is by Marilyn Dumont from A Really Good Brown Girl.
This poem has been used without permission, but I highly highly recommend that everyone check out her work, especially the rest of this book of poems. She has a way of stirring emotions with words and her work is quite simply remarkable.

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