sometimes, late at night
I tuck in my alarm clock
and cry
overwhelmed by love
devotion
preference
affinity
aggravation
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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