It’s been a minute since we’ve had some poetry ’round these here parts. How better to class up this lowbrow establishment than with OTHER PEOPLE’S WORDS?
Seriously though, I think I have some kind of speech impediment where the ease with which I can articulate something is negatively correlated to how important it is. That’s a dumbass way of saying that the more important something is, the harder I find it is to say. Except it isn’t just talking, it’s also writing. And it isn’t so much that I’m left speechless as I go out of my way to say stupid things instead. It’s a way of hiding my discomfort.
Anyway. The last few days have rendered me absolutely, jaw-droppingly stupid. The kindness and care and love that’s come flooding in from all corners has been insane, and I notice it even when you think I might not. Nothing I say ever really captures how happy and grateful I am to be the recipient of so many good wishes. And I wish that every time I said something flip or bombastic in return you could see that what I’m really trying to say is that I love you, because I do, and this is the only way that I can properly show how much.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
. . .