Episode 21 Dearest Daughter

The baby’s hands are wrapped around My finger. Does she know how safe I am— now? Now that she’s here, now that I know her I’ll say: Dearest daughter, I am complete with surrender I’ve never held treasure but I’ll never need to now. And if you promise to shoot me I’ll Leave this denial—manic, depressed Draw two lines on opposite sides Of the country and You’ll find me in the middle between manic and depression This is silly this is silly this is silly this is silly They are just atrocities mixed up with Better atrocities. Only a fool would Dutifully serve those chemicals. Don’t you dare speak my Name. Show your faces. Harbor, convalesce, my closest contemporaries. Have some enticing, explicit Divinity. It is Gut wrenchingly radiant To think, I would be gone now But it takes so much breath to conclude So I just live on live through and weep right. Get branded from time to time It’s a sign of The divin --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support