Transcript
…I inhabit mucus and pus
so that when I laugh, I mean it
I inhabit the wretchedness of birth in order to love the parasite, until it is self supporting
I inhabit memory to not forget and to not do it again
I inhabit hate and mistrust, so that you can experience it
I inhabit lust and eat from it
I inhabit love, for you to have your heart broken and thrive
I inhabit exactitude because knives need to be kept sharp
I inhabit sloth and the mammal in me rests
I inhabit animus, that is the primary relationship
I inhabit light completely, so that all that is seen is its darkness
depending on your perspective—so move
I inhabit shame when I tire of my right size
I inhabit silence to hear my self
I inhabit god
I inhabit wolf, and lone-ness
It’s as lonely as herd-ness
I method write, inhabiting a poem
‘til it’s had its way, then move on
I move on
I inhabit words until I know what they are saying and
can hear what you are not saying
I drink happiness by the neck until drunk, then drink more
I sneak out when it’s sleeping
I can come back— if I leave
I’ll inhabit shit for you when you won’t
I will digest it and give it back, in edible form
I inhabit good enough
I inhabit Mother…
Siobhan,
You’ve no idea how that poem resonated with me today (or maybe you do). How much I needed to read it. Sue
Now THIS is good!