May 232012
Here’s what you do, he said through the bars. Find the most real thing you can find inside you and rip it out like a sheet of notebook paper. Don’t bother tidying up the little tag things at the side. Nobody’s gonna care. Tear it out and nail it to the door of whatever the hell piece of the world pisses you off most. Be the one who offers his best at an altar that never wanted your sacrifice in the first place. Then walk away.
Get familiar with the feeling of a missing page.
Grow a new one.
Repeat.
Love this so much. Good choice of poets, WriteClubAtlanta!
Be the one who offers his best at an altar that never wanted your sacrifice in the first place. Then walk away.
…. wow. This is poignant. Beautiful work.
And then you say, “Nobody’s gonna care.”
My heart bottoms-out into my gut.
Well, maybe I was supposed to be following my gut all along.
No one will ever take away your ability to grow a new one. Step up to each new plate as though in rehearsal for the step up to the BIG GIANT PLATE . By that time– growing a new one will be a piece ‘o cake. Or so I’m told.
Love, Nellie
WOW! Fantastic!