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April 22, 2008

sometimes, late at night
I tuck in my alarm clock
and cry

overwhelmed by love
her to me, and me to her

my sharing is not noble,
but obligatory
yet in that giving
I find something to receive

if I had looked for it,
I’d have been undone
by my failures

if I had lifted it,
I’d have been crushed
for it is too big to carry

if I had tried to consume it,
I’d have choked
for it is too big to swallow

but bite by bite
it fills me up, and gives me strength
like warm bread, and salty fish

(HT: Sara Miles )

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