Episode 21 Dearest Daughter
The baby\u2019s hands are wrapped around\n\nMy finger. Does she know how safe I am\u2014\n\nnow?\n\nNow that she\u2019s here, now that I know her\n\nI\u2019ll say:\n\nDearest daughter,\n\nI am complete with surrender\n\nI\u2019ve never\n\nheld treasure but\n\nI\u2019ll never need to now.\n\nAnd if you promise to shoot me I\u2019ll\n\nLeave this denial\u2014manic, depressed\n\nDraw two lines on opposite sides\n\nOf the country and\n\nYou\u2019ll find me in the middle between manic and depression\n\nThis is silly this is silly this is silly this is silly\n\nThey are just atrocities mixed up with\n\nBetter atrocities. Only a fool would\n\nDutifully serve those chemicals.\n\nDon\u2019t you dare speak my Name.\n\nShow your faces.\n\nHarbor, convalesce, my closest contemporaries. Have some enticing, explicit\n\nDivinity.\n\nIt is \n\nGut wrenchingly radiant\n\nTo think,\n\nI would be gone now\n\nBut it takes so much breath to conclude\n\nSo I just live on live through and weep right.\n\nGet branded from time to time\n\nIt\u2019s a sign\n\nof\n\nThe divin\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support