A Lyric That Does Not Leave You Aching

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This photograph shows a person who is blinded by the light, with a dark forest, of sorts, being present in the background.
Photo by Leonardo Iribe on Unsplash
for anyone, a lullaby, lieto fine, music for baking. What puzzles me 
is why you look to poetry at all, if you find the unsettling so
unsettling. The Christmas questions arrive in tight little wrappings
(a hobby, right?) and only pave conviction’s increase. My deprivations
do not make me as achy as one might think. I am blessed to be
among those who love to be astonished (footnotes & footnotes
everlasting). I too stir flour and sugar with my toddler, radio set
on happy. At night he feeds from the furnace of my body, and we
romp through the rhyming fields of language. But then: dust off the
domestic and sit at the desk. The world must be with us. What have
we created that is monstrous? What needs remembering? What
has hit my breastbone with astonishing force? For instance: that
the dogs of Baghdad set to barking in the moments before the first
bombs dropped. This is unsettling. This might make you ache for
someone. This unsettled me. This made me ache for someones. To
refuse to pull from the numbing pharmacy. This is my only kind of
confection. I bring it to your table.

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