9/30/08
you write like....
like what?
like everything I've ever wanted to be true,
except there's nothing beautiful
about this anger I've got,
nothing about the emptiness in my arms
and eyes
and heart right now
that feels powerful
nothing hopeful about any of it
that will say anything about your words
that you probably don't already know
nothing clever or clear--
only a small step away from despair.
A counterbalance away from connection
11/4/08
and now...
now is a moment
I feared would never come for this country,
a night of impossible joy,
holding so tightly
to each other,
as if the whole world existed in that moment
with a woman I hardly know,
whose eyes said everything.
and we fling ourselves back into that crowd
of hope and tears
and relief of fear from the last eight years.
11/6/08
I am rooted to this chair,
I am holding my heart and my hands
and my eyes open
And in these moments,
I am irrevocably changed
by your bravery.
By your strength.
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