If I had grown in some generous place—
if my hours had opened in ease—
I would make You a lavish banquet.
My hands wouldn’t clutch at You like this,
so needy and tight.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
no one sees so they
mete out injury with glee —
The force is with me.
goodbye flawed darling
clumsy/crude love hurtful/HERE
In the name of God.
my body told me
red revulsion and dream screams
i didn’t listen