I know I have to rise from the small low chair
whose seat bears my grief print<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seven days of sitting with all that quickened love
sickness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still so opened; still the quivering shell
of darkness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That I ever shrugged, jaded at a distant killing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gentleness will be harder than every
out-of-body emotion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walk me back slowly; I want to sing praise
Walk me around the block, sing me slowly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I know I have to rise from the small low chairwhose seat bears my grief print Seven days of sitting with all that quickened lovesickness Still so opened; still the quivering shellof darkness That I ever shrugged, jaded at a … Continue reading