LIFE ITSELF
A self-portrait
I love you as much as life itself
because you are a part of life itself
you
are life itself
because I am a part of you
I too
am life itself.
I am wearing my grief face this morning—or is it wearing me (inside) out
no use fighting it
all of it
is all part of the same
It will be felt
eventually.
It will fold you into itself
and hold you like a mother fucker
and will not relinquish its hold
until you are one with it
until you are done with it
until you are done with it
until you are one with it
No use fighting it
All of it is the same.
You get it—it would be OK if you didn’t. I find great solace in the notion of “ourselves in those we love being in essence at tangible part of life itself.” It is as if this is the message I am receiving from those loved ones I have lost.
I also love defying the supremacy of pronouns.