Amor Fati
poems from midnight to morning
“She is the black behind each thought.
The space a body relinquishes
when it walks out of a room
for the last time.”
“I catch you, because it’s a dream.
And because he is everything I am not.
Which is to say,
willing to let you go.”
“There used to be a tree line to break to.
[…]
Somewhere I could face my fear of being alone
without being watched
for what the fear made of me.”
“I persist, but something tender has slipped away:
a gentleness mortgaged for grit,
my quiet faith exhausted in the defense.”
