The Begging Bowl: a poem for love
I want to watch my humiliation turn into medicine.
I want to turn my pain over and over like wood on a lathe
until it’s a bowl that I will serve you edible flowers from.
It’s mercy that makes art of these agonies.
And finally learning that eventually,
we will all beg for love,
PS: Spread the love—proudly. Press send. xo
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