I Laugh
I would not scream
Child of promise that daunted me
With instant charm and beauty
Red-faced, wide-eyed and whole
You fought your way through me
And laughed with God’s voice.
I clamped my jaw and clutched
I would be a squaw
I would take it like a woman
Maybe climb a mountain after
Sling you on my back
And gather bitter herbs.
Then God’s laughter flew
Into the close room
Forced a cry from my lips.
No holding back
No keeping you from
Your right to be born
No keeping me from
My right to keep you.
All laughter is God’s laughter
So you have shown me
The gift I did not deserve
That could not be divided
By the will of any Solomon.
I screamed
And now I laugh.
posted by Lydia | 12:23 AM
16 Comments:
Oh, hell, this is so gorgeous it's bringing tears to my eyes. I'm so glad you got yours.
Velvety,
H+P
I love making you cry, Buckets!
Yay! That's my new name! Buckets, I sez. Kinda like Blanket or Button... whichever it was M.J. calls his misbegotten son.
Okay, so maybe not like that...
I am rattling my cutlery, if that's how you spell it. And my tin cup and my tin plate, too. Where's my dinner?
Inmates are people,too,
H+P
Seriously- prisoner of yo love here (okay, yor writing anyway) and I am going hongry. Say that once- it is truly satisifying- HONGRY.
You mustest write some more. Because I doth insist.
Not taking "no" for an answer (or no answer for that matter),
H+P
I'm in frigging Massachusetts (which I've probably spelled improperly) but I still take the time to harrass the ones I care about.
So, you're gonna write me something. Right?
H+P the pest
Psssssssst!,sez the pest. Where are my words, woman? I work hard all day and they should be sitting on the table when I get home.
You can't have anything better to do.
Sure of it,
H+P
I don't give up.
H+P
I just come here to complain.
I have a headache and my back is killing me.
H+P
Dibbick, you're Becoming very frustrating to visit. Aren't there any poison ivy poems in you? Blister short stories, perhaps?
Luv yr pal,
H+P
Dibbick, I'm dying. (Eventually.) And I have a last wish... please post again.
No pressure,
H+P
H+P wuz here.
(Beginning to feel like World.)
I'll post next week. Promise. Mostly.
She speaks.
boy...next week sure happened. seeing it fookin JULY....and turns AUGUST tomorrow...
and the whole becoming title...i like it..
makes me think of the song by NIN...
"the me that you know, he used to have feelings, but the blood has stopped pumping and he is left to decay.
the me that you know is all made up of wires and even when i'm right with you, i'm so far away."
It's been over a week since Luk wrote that. Write us something, please. (or don't, lukas is really the only one here with a right to complain, considering the rest of us don't blog...)
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