Twinned
To exist wholly in another, seamless,
mirrored. Think of the hive,
at each turn we find ourselves, not
a version, not a replica,
but our whole selves. Love,
you claim, comes close to this,
no space,
between your words, a hand
over the other's heart. How do you live
with this distance? I have you, she
thinks, or, I know you,
but she can never say, I am you.
Nick Flynn
(from Blind Huber)
4 comments:
OK, I have to get this book. NF is exactly the poet I've been hungry for...
Yes..his work is intense...first book of poetry Some Ether. Also a memoir about his father Another Bullshit Night In Suck City. How's that for a title?
Sound like my whole life! LOLOL
I relished these lines:
Love,
you claim, comes close to this,
no space,
between your words, a hand
over the other's heart.
Thanks for sharing this, Pam.
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