Thoughts on holding.
Holding and not possessing. Yes. That is the difference between love and fear. And the last two lines of the poem really get me, as a mom of sons. Thank you for your wonderful words and Guez' work.
Thank you so much, Leanne!
"Make do, little friend I call myself. Walk
backward out of the room you have made out
of your wanting into the room of where you are."
Make tea, little friend, the leaves uncurling
in the vast hot liquid.
Holding and not possessing. Yes. That is the difference between love and fear. And the last two lines of the poem really get me, as a mom of sons. Thank you for your wonderful words and Guez' work.
Thank you so much, Leanne!
"Make do, little friend I call myself. Walk
backward out of the room you have made out
of your wanting into the room of where you are."
Make tea, little friend, the leaves uncurling
in the vast hot liquid.