THOSE NIGHTS

I sit with crickets
in the very bottom of dark,
my heart
warm and wet
in my hands.

—Dorn

SACRED RAGE

andrewgibby:

Been thinking a lot about sacred rage. About the kindness of fire. About leaning into grief. I’ve been thinking a lot about everyone I know who knows the feeling of winded grace, and keeps running towards and towards and towards, and never away.

 
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Question(s)

How often do you hear the tenderness you need to hear? I mean exactly when you need to hear it? Is it ever before that little yolk of hurt wraps itself in layers hard enough to break teeth? 
GOSPEL OF THE TWO SISTERS, Terrance Hayes