Vol 9, Num 17 :: 2010.09.24 — 2010.10.07
How shall we speak of weight without wounding?
To speak out loud of fears that grow, that grow with every pound,
The fear to hear agreement, “Yes, yes you are.”
The fear which doubts the love that does not see in weights or measures.
I love you as you are.
How shall we speak of weight without wounding?
To speak out loud of loutish double standards,
The secret, brazen hopes for Kevin-James-like bargains,
For thinnish wives content to stay-God knows why- who still will say,
I love you as you are.
How shall we speak of weight without wounding?
To speak out loud of stratagems for the profiling of our better selves.
The lonely, arm-length snapshots, angled and styled,
Or cropped to details, to favorite ties or smiles or eyes, to a cute ear that longs to hear,
I love you as you are.
How shall we speak of weight without wounding?
To speak out loud of old, ungaurded words that still slam like body blows,
The adjectives that friends have used for friends,
That wound because they were just my own thoughts left unsaid. And also left unsaid,
I love you as you are.
How shall we speak of weight without wounding?
Speak, speak out loud of wounding’s weight-of beam and thorns, a whole world’s wrongs,
The gravity of shame, the gravity of shame, the gravity of shame-
That starts each way to wholeness, that shameless says,
I love you. I love you as you are.
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