MY HEART
is full, overflowing, with
this particular combination of gratefulness
+ humility (how undeserving I am; my bones, they feel this)
and astonishment at all this affection, all-provision, all right.
I'm in love --
my heart breaks
my head aches
and vice versa all of it jumbles it
cause I can't ever re: love in any satisfactory format, or quantity,
and cause that's exactly okay;
cause that's exactly why
I'm in love
(cause I can't help it),
For all the poems in the world about soap
and New York hot dogs and
kittens and meta-poetry
(aaaaand parentheses)
could ever express this
this thousand, thousand times!-cliche of a thing,
this love
love,
love,
LOVE.
Today is the day of Undeserved Love Realization. And Today is the day that the Lord has made - I shall rejoice and be glad in it. Let us be glad and rejoice in it!!
So poetry really is the spilling over of soul juices, huh. Cool. It's like this thing just burped itself up, gathered up from all the soul-corners, up from my soul-esophagus, onto the keyboard, onto this blogthing, onto your eyeballs. Boo! Burrp.
