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Christine (Know My Worth) has an aptitude for verse that both confounds and delights my much more verbose self. While I typically read prose, I not only enjoy reading her verse but mulling it over and savoring it long after my eyes have stopped reading any one of her poems.
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For this I am thankful…
Hunger
a raw, primal siren
informing of desire
signaling a most basic need
The desire to eat
a fierce roar
in the pit of my stomach
the cravings
sweet, sour, salty
crunchy, cheesy, creamy
Choked
by self-denial
“It’s not time to eat”
“I don’t need that”
Why do I deny my desire?
Why do I ignore my primal needs?
A hunger for love
builds inside
vulnerability awakens
pulse rushes
skin tightens
breathing quickens
Thwarted
by self-denial
“I can’t risk it”
“It’s too much work”
Why do I deny my desire?
Why do I ignore my primal needs?
A hunger for faith
to believe in something
bigger than myself
to give myself over
to something I cannot see
Cut off
by self-denial
“I can’t see it”
“It doesn’t make sense”
Why do I deny my desire?
Why do I ignore my primal needs?
Honest reflection?
hunger scares me
Like a lion roaring deep within
hunger could become insatiable
hunger could become the ruler of me
my brain could disengage
primal nature take over
and hunger would consume
my every moment
But
life without hunger
is a weak and empty existence
emotionally anorexic
crouching in fear
surrounded by darkness
So I listen to my hunger
and I am fed
and I am not alone
and I find light
I will not starve myself
or live in fear
but
I embrace hunger
I embrace life
and for this
I am thankful
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Twelve times forever
“I’m too straight, mama. I’m too straight.”
My son assuredly meant something by this, but it’s doubtful he meant what it sounded like to me.
I couldn’t help but laugh, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his words, either. And when we drove away from a bookstore with a new Cat in the Hat book in our possession, I found myself imagining a Seuss-style conversation with his older self.
Li’l D, just so’s you know, I’ll love you . . .
twelve times forever
Mommy, mommy, you love me, right?
I love you, silly, bigger than the sun is bright!
Would you love me if I were a girl?
It’s your heart I love, not the parts that show to the world.
What if I were sick? Would you love me then?
Aye, for it’s not a temperature that makes a good friend!
But if I were gay, would you turn me away?
As long as you love, you’ll make my every day.
What If I grow up and become a judge?
I wouldn’t wish law upon you, but my love wouldn’t budge!
Does this mean that you’ll love me forever and ever?
Forever’s too short; I’ll love you twelve times forever.
(And then let’s just add one more little forever.)
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