Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Beckon the Broken


Beckon the Broken

It's easy to look back and see the moment clear: Your schoolyard
uncertainty, clumsy mouth and hands, the depth of drowning in your
eyes I missed (dismissed?), mislabeled as lovable, mendable, lost.

Any wild thing would by instinct have abandoned, shunned or
devoured you. Like that. Like nothing. Not for nothing. But not this
cracked-open, seeking girl. Never we humans with our stupid smarts.

We beckon the broken--thinking we can out think our guts.
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  1. UnknownApril 14, 2010 at 1:16 AM

    I love this poem. Absolutely, positively, LOVE this poem.

    "eyes I missed (dismissed?), mislabeled as lovable, mendable, lost."

    and

    "Like that. Like nothing. Not for nothing. But not this"

    AMAZING!!!!!!

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