I would give the world simply to sit in traffic,
\nwith you, see hours exhausted as all cars around hiss and grog for movement,
\nAnd I want you to watch, know my world, know yours.
\nTrees, or what is left of some
\n(Like the wooden nails my father pounds, infrequently, at work),
\ngrappling for the sun knitting their gashed skin,
\nminimalist, motionless, gazing at us,
\nyet we fail to acknowledge.
\nSpeechless, without lung, I turn you to words.
\nPurple strewn on my fingers, a blue pen suicide,
\nlukewarm tea in cupholder, and chancing happiness at the inconveniences,
\nsummer drizzle coagulating on the windshield– since I loathe the radio,
\nyou speak. (And I wouldn’t want her to ever stop, no.
\n(She speaks, and my mouth turns to notebook paper.
\nShe is the poem, young and unfinished.)
\nYour hands nervous, snowglobe-eyed, the way you say
\nJehovah flawlessly, you break me. And I want
\nto be broken, by your name and His, reformed and replaced.
\nA leaf on the grass, scuttled across, hopping stem over heels on newly poured blacktop.
\n(Always an “if” with us and God.
\nCould God sit me down and tell me
\nto tell her.)
\nA sedative sky all around, gathering me, abridged, centered where
\nmy lollipop stick bones, their cardboard packaged exterior too,
\nrelax behind the dashboard.
\n(Look at all this air for us to run.
\nAddicted to watching everything turn. Watching her enfold
\nwith the light. So in love with the God that made her.
\nSilent in the way things play.)
\nAnd you could put all your weight on my shoulders,
\nand I’ll still hold you up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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