She is alive

Right here inside

Next to the

Garbage that I didn’t throw out yet

And the uncut grass in the garden

Alongside last year’s tax receipts

And all of the

Broken relationships,

Forgotten friendships,

Neglected plants that withered and died

Long ago,

And my guilt for them.

My guilt.

Who knew?!

She lives

Right here

Alongside the homeless addict

Who plagues me daily to numb

And avoid my pain

Begging for some spare change

“Can you spare some change mate?”

As if that’s all he deserves.

Spare

Change.

My love doesn’t mind!

She doesn’t judge all those

Problems the way I d(id).

She simply opens Her arms

and waits

For me to fall into them

So patiently.

Love elephant and want to go steady?

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: Author’s Own