328 – Blessing (RLA)

Blessing (RLA)

I don’t cry about A.
until later. I am blindsided,
his sharp blades under my hands.
He is shaking mechanical
grapples me in with his eyes
closed. We breathe together.
All our sadnesses the same.
Smells of cigarettes, cedar pitch.
I know the bend of his ribs;
his fingers find the thin line
of my collarbone. We hold.
Hold. Hold. He releases
automatic reset for the next
blind lunge at love. I stagger
into a hundred others reaching
out. Christ’s cloak torn. I lean
to each and every hand as I am
able. I am not able.

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