Moving into quiet days
Summer months stretching long and thin
You flush in the heat and I
can see the boy you were
running wild in the sprinklers
with a skinned-knee girl
Maybe we were only meant to parent ourselves
Maybe being broken broke the cycle
Maybe mending happens this way,
with slow deliberation,
side-by-side at a distance
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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You started a garden in my heart
The pains of growth sowing discord in my chest
I lie awake and sing your favorite song
This is the only ghost to keep me company
Forgive me for pulling the loose string
I wish it was you beside me
And not this empty space
Keeping me awake
My soul can’t follow you back
It doesn’t know the way and I
Get caught in the confusion
Unmoored from its anchor, this soul’s a goddamn hurricane
Someone once told me that bravery, fear, and insanity
Are triplets split at birth and divided among us
Not quite sure which one is steering this ship
But I hope it meets yours in enough time
-rjm
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