I suppose you'd like an invitation.
It's not all spun sugar and confetti here.
My palms pressed to my eyes.
I will offer what I can,
call you handsome and let you stay the night.
You have come
so far, haven't you?
The warmth of your hands
finally reaching the shore,
wrung and tired and aching to be clean.
So this is the trick to happiness.
You on the bed with a mouthful
of patience. You in the stairwell
holding me up against the wall.
You have all the answers,
so tell me: Why keep this many
of my slivers in your memory
if you're not going to touch me
in an interesting way.
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I could not reach you by your tumblr - so I reach you here, because I absolutely need to tell you how much you inspire me. Your poems and writing are absolutely terrific and I love everything you have ever done. When I feel down, uninspired and have no will to do anything, I reach out for your blog and read, read and read, and happiness fills me in an unusual way. I just wanted to say this =)
Dear Marcela, thank you so very much for the sweet words. I hope you have more happy days than not.<3
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