In a world of loss gratitude is what I demand for keeping precious catch within my reach. No one despises the shepherd for collecting his flock. No one accuses the watchman of making a captive of his charge. I'm like a holster, or sheath, all function and no fury. Don't you worry as I swallow you whole. Those ulcers in my gut are only windows, the stoma punched in my throat is just a keyhole. Don't be shy. Hand me the rattle of your aching heart and I'll cradle you, bird with broken wing. Let me love you. I will hold your brittle bones together. I'll unclasp your beak so you can sing. It's a world of always leaving but here you can always stay. Copyright © 2019 by Rigoberto González. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 30, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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