July 18
Cicatrix and Love
The mark left by injury is indelible though it may heal, the
consequence remains. This is also true
of love. I am branded and changed by
your affection. The improvement wrought
in me does not leave when you do. If you
stop loving me, can no longer remember my name, my face, my sigh; I am better
for having had your love if only for a short time. Good medicine offers lasting results; the
miracle of your love is my health. The
blush in my cheek, the revitalization I feel is traceable to you, to the days
you held me in your heart and the nights you held me in your arms. And though I want you back in my world the
best of you lives on in my life.
Slice time with your thoughts and peer through the pieces
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JUXTAPOSITION
Right next to this world is the globe that I came
from.
The landmarks are similar but these spheres have
little in common
The angle of refraction illuminates the place of
my origin
The source of this light is legend.
On my home planet, the existence of sobriety is
cast off as myth.
I held onto this tale with my heart.
I slipped the gravitational bonds of Crazy one
night
By the glow of the ready button on the coffee pot.
Here and there intersect at only one point
A room with some chairs and a circle with a
triangle.
The meeting was on step one
And it was a good place to jump in.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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