Monday, July 16, 2018

patellar tendon tear

trees—oaks and pines.
The oak leaves glimmer with the moisture of the already densely humid morning, and the pine trees are most visible by the rusty pine needles which carpet the floor of the woods all around us.

— My patellar tendon aches—
love song for the man
who, as luck would have it,
loves me in a liminal stillness,
the stagnation of a summer in which
I haven’t hungered.

patellar tendon tear:
love song for a body
that I hate.
there is nothing like immobility
to foment interior rebellion.

This is next level trust:
God has hope in us.

No comments:

Post a Comment