The Only Thing That Makes Sense
A poem
The Only Thing That Makes Sense
is to hold it all tenderly— as if it can break, as if it won't be here forever, as if the moment that is this moment will give you everything if you let it. The only thing that makes sense is to celebrate the exactness of you, to take your own face in your own hands and declare yourself worthy, to wrap arms around the orphaned parts that didn't fit, didn't follow, refused to march in straight little lines. The only thing that makes sense is to make art that is your art, art that swings, sways, tangos its way through every midnight, as if life, this very exact, disappearing life, depends on it. To scatter kindness-confetti until walls become wings, hard melts to soft, not-enough becomes a feast of fabulous plenty— a wild, belly-laughing celebration where every tender, breakable thing is invited, invited to the moment that is this moment, the moment that will give you everything if you let it. Click below to listen to me read this poem…
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