How I Come to You by Molly Peacock
No sleep still, but I love my life. One of those rare times.
How I Come to You
Molly PeacockEven a rock
has insides.
Smash one and see
how the shockreveals the rough
dismantled gut
of a thing once dense.
Making the cutinto yourself,
maybe you hoped
for rock solid through.
That hope I hoped,too. Dashed
on my rocks was my wish
of what I was. Angry,
dense and mulish,I smashed myself and found my heart
a cave, ready to be
lived in. A start,veined, unmined.
This is how I come to you:
broken,
not what I knew.