| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| Look at you: bruised abused abrased unfazed by the damage you’ve done to yourself. Here, let me nurse your wounds. I want to stop your bleeding. I want to make you safe. You seem not to care about the dangerous lands you inhabit. You pretend it doesn’t matter how every day in some way you are cut closer to your core. I want to stop your bleeding. I want to save you from yourself. This unintentional mutilation must stop. I care for you to much to let you let you come to harm. I love you, and must protect you from all pain even self-inflicted. You say you want to be free but I want to stop your bleeding. I want to rescue you. I need you healthy I need you whole. I need you in perfect shape for what is to come when your protected physique is properly prepared for the expectations to come for the swollen days and the nightly cravings and the nauseous mornings and the momentous mood swings and the weird waddling and the three threes to be. For all this, And for any kinds of accidents in the future, I’ll have to stop your bleeding. (thanks to Kenny Davidsen) |