To Listen To Anyone
to listen to anyone,
if you would hear that person,
you must enter their heart.
to stare
a living breathing person
in the face, and say
“you can talk to
me,”
is not enough;
will never be
enough.
you don’t have to look through their eyes.
you don’t have
to wear their shoes.
you will sit, palms settled on your knees,
and you will crawl
inside their chest and the very marrow
of their bones.
and you will hear their heart beat for you,
their blood curl around your pulsing form.
and you will not see
any of this.
it is a fierce and beautiful thing
when years later, their teeth
glimmer white with tears
and you still reside
in their skeleton,
their nervous system wrapped around your wrists, but
they have found their way back, and
they made a home in their veins
for themself, too.
Copyright ©
Lake De | Year Posted 2016
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