This heart broke slowly
cancer when you were 3, my beautiful son
when you were 83, my beautiful Father
the deep pain who steals my lover away
day after day after day after day…
this heart was broken
The black and the blue,
a deep royal purple,
this red wine, in these veins
And 1000 pains from 1000 nights and too many of my siblings
spawned upstream through that river
to its source
This, too, is me. You, too, are me.
I am drunk on bittersweet.
I just realized,
I am your child!
Did you love me like this? Were you capable of this prayer?