Tag Archives: forgiveness

87. four friends

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four friends love my very bones, 

as if they’d never 

felt my sins 

crack against their shins,

fracture their wrists or

bite hard at their heels.

.

rich with enduring 

mineral (or miracle),

something old and willing

heals each one’s turn at being

broken across the back of 

fear, that blunt instrument.

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such love … bone

on bone. 

.

86. how to tell a story

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tell every wrong story to your

self as if you wield honest

hate, then tell it again

as if you are your own 

child. when your tears are

dry: tiramisu, a bubble 

bath, a good long look at 

each little old knife in

your back. did you 

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forgive them their sins? 

why the hell not.

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I tell myself a 

story that is true and 

still good in the end

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because you taught me

that I could, and today

the sky is jet blue, one

bird absolutely over the moon for 

spring, shouting about it.