How can you fix what you don’t understand?
I am beyond your capacity for understanding.
I am torn and shredded and stained beyond
any person’s ability for compassion. I am
the improbable chance that any person can feel
ever again. Know me when I swear this. Know
the way that I swear this before the heavens
and under the clouds and before god because
I cannot be solved. I cannot be rectified. I
am obtuse and stained and torn. I am irretrievably
damaged and broken but I long for spring
fresh air the way that I long for you. The way
that I long for a tender caress and the silky smooth
tenderness of your hands. I am given to this.
I am here for you when you are confused and sad.
I am the irreplaceable measure of your hope.
So join hands with me and grip and dream when
you dream when you dream when you dream
and we will be martyrs for life together because
we understand the pain that nests inside the pain
that is caused by the misunderstanding of the world.
Be my lover, friend, compassionate other who
knows that I am created—
that I am breathing—
that I am just an ounce of life’s fluid
waiting to reinvent you and love you—
I am here to hold you with reverence.
I cannot solve you. I know this. I accept you.
I am never leaving. I am whole. Be whole with me.