A longer poem but so delicious, its worth every word.
"The body always tells the truth first."
Even when you're highly skilled at ignoring
the messages from your container of skin and bones
overflowing with breathtaking and breath making things
of immense and astonishing intricacy and wonder...
it continues its telling until you wake up and pay attention.
"The way anger prefers motion to confession."
How many time have I folded clothes or vacuumed,
or scanned the cupboards and the screen
for something, anything to squelch the rage before it hurt someone?
"This wasn't chaos. It was accumulation.
Years of swallowed sentences learning velocity."
Wow. Wow. Wow.
"Years of swallowed sentences learning velocity"?
This verse makes my ears ring.
"There's no center here. No horizon.
Just the evidence of staying alive
long enough to empty yourself
without asking permission."
How many of us get the chance...Or should I say TAKE
the chance to empty ourselves of every fragment of yes when we mean no,
every ounce of compliancy, every drop of pleasing, every molecule of agreeable?
"This is what it looks like when
control finally admits defeat
and something more honest takes over."
As someone who believes deeply in mutual respect
and decency, it appears to me we are witnessing
a counterfeit form of "honesty"...
if you want to call it that... "Telling it like it is"
as a form of cruel belittlement of others
does not equal any kind of integrity in my book.
Telling it like it is, is not an adequate excuse
for objectifying others,
and demonizing those one sees as inferior.
It is not honesty,
it is deceit,
it is fraud,
it is wrong.
To have it prevail in a seat of power
is a crime against our universe.
