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forgiveness is a river

Sometimes, you will come in last place,
you will burn dinner, miss your exit
on the highway, find lips
marked red, but fail to heed
the warning. Sometimes, hurricanes
have bones, sharp angles,
and skin; sometimes, the wreck
is a hallelujah
that rises from your body
like the gasp of a name,
a walk from a place
you never should’ve been—
but you call it home.
Sometimes, the hunger
won’t make sense,
but that doesn’t mean
you don’t eat. Sometimes,
an offer is a question mark,
a laugh, a glass of wine—
drink it
until your heart forgets
all its old failings.
Sometimes, forgiveness
is a river, and you find yourself
drowning in it
when you meant to cross it.
Sometimes, you can’t remember
how it began, only
that you don’t want it
to end; when it has,
go back home—
pretend you know
how and where
to find it,
pretend you understand
the word
belong.

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