Heret Herot

March 25, 2019

It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that you don’t. I’m just following your lead. / When you came to me with your worth, put it in my hands / and asked me how to read it / it was like watching Jesus, asking if I still believed in Him / just because He flipped a table. / Your body remembers the soundtrack to your past life. / It remembers the next life coming. Some things you don’t have to ask. / Don’t be scared of the voice in your head that’s kindly been calling you God / even if it reads like a map to the Minotaur / written in rats and wine. / Luckily dignity, like a lung, is regenerative if you stop sucking tar pits into it. / One day, we’ll look back on all this pain like a parent we were obligated to love. / You’ll be glad you did. Love each one. / Don’t suffer until you have to. Pay attention and you won’t have to.

Excerpt from Heret Herot in the new book, A Choir of Honest Killers (September 2019, @writebloodypublishing ).