I think we are all in the closet. Too stupid to understand what life we could have outside the walls around us.
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Boys will be boys. Girls, on the other hand, will become women, and will learn to make their peace with this.
I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows, in fading ink, on cold ice splashed with the blood of seals. In the rings of trees. In the wreckage of a planet crumbling to space. In bubbling water. In bee stings and dragonfly wings, in stars. In the depths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up—and even then you watched me. You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.
What will I do, sky? Lake, what? Bluebird, iris, ultramarine, how can there be more when this is done? But it will never end—that’s the answer.
There is always us.
Dearest, deepest Blue— At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.
“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.”
These children are after something, with hooks and cries,
And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.
