My part for my collaboration with poet Millicent Borges Accardi [link]
to be published in the Poets and Artists June issue [link]
"But in the End, One Tires of
But in the end, one tires
Of the rapid-fire questions,
The sordid explanations,
The long and treacherous
Cliffs to climb, the days full
Of the corners of whys
And hows, not to mention
The muddy reasons you want
To bury in the yard like a long
Lost turtle or a message, written
In code then thrown into the ocean.
In the end one tires of making
Plans and apologizing, of always
Always being the good one,
Or the person who does the right
Thing. Despite misgivings.
Itís not the truth one is after but
What is life like away from resolution
Apart from the land of negotiation
Or compromise. My and your thoughts
Dispelled into a process without end.
In short there is only so much
Love you can take and do, especially
When there is no one else pulling
On the other side of the rope to keep
You standing up in the game.
On the other side, it is impossible
To heal and work through fault
Lines of belief. And, heck, even
To argue when you are the only
One doing it, the energy to hang
On when someone else is tearing
Away at the internal construction
Of your very soul, rephrasing history,
Even small things you said
Are twisted like wild vines in an alley,
Flowers left untended, morning glories
Turned to weed, becoming ugly purple
Bruises entangled with each other,
Trapped with no room to blossom."
Millicent Borges Accardi.
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