11.23.2024

I would like to know how to live with nothing. Not memory. Nor the taste of the words

We believe we are giving ourselves away, 
And so it feels good, 
Our bodies swimming together 
In afternoon light, the music 
That enters our window as far 
From the voices that made it 
As our own minds are from reason. 
 
There are whole doctrines on loving. 
A science. I would like to know everything 
About convincing love to give me 
What it does not possess to give. And then 
I would like to know how to live with nothing. 
Not memory. Nor the taste of the words 
I have willed you whisper into my mouth. 
 
[Tracy K. Smith {1972- } 'Credulity', from Such Color]

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