• Chris Wheeler

bleeding in, bleeding out

Orchid – Josie Koznarek

All the time I knew you carried weight upon your back in every tremor when you spoke, in each “I could never…” disbelief; as if the sin that you held close was when you reached out to receive.

All the ways I knew you bought such shame for taking time in every conversation held, how all the grasping proved the need within a hungry heart undone, that, reaching out, still could not feed.

Now the platitudes weigh heavy like our waiting in the night beneath the cold fluorescent lights. Forgive me, sister — all the time I knew you, I never knew this.

As bleeding weeps, so bleeding speaks. I’ll take your wrist and wish it true: that you would let me bleed with you.

Chris Wheeler

Editors Note: Poet Chris Wheeler is collaborating with artist and friend Josie Koznarek to produce his first book of poetry. Learn more and support the project over at indiegogo.
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