When you bleed
do you bleed in the summer,
early morning, on wet grass?
Or just because the door is open,
do you close it and walk up a steep hill?
When you are walled in, is it prejudice
or wisdom, packing you tight, with no
left-over spaces to stretch?
Each day comes like a sword, living is charged
with complexities that must be cut through –
amputated calcifications to reach the fleshy core.
I thought we could sail straight through the waters
but you, lover of chaos, called in the mad waves
and rode them gleefully to any shore.
I can only catch up,
follow and accept your choices.
I can only ask myself –
what fresh boundary must I break through?
What deep-set morality must I re-think?
For love, for you,
to keep us true, connected.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Raven Cage Zine” August 2020
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