Feeling Toward the Answer
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as sincerely as your nightly request
for a glass of water by the bed.
So I said—with equal sincerity—“Well,”
wishing in the silence to draw up
something deep and profound
I never found. You pried. So instead
I tried, “the words of this world
are in the business of suggesting
the next word and the next
world, like kicking a pebble to pick the path
or asking a question until you find
not an answer but your way
home.” Or that’s what I would have
said—a cryptic response but one
that rang true somewhere below
the brain, like the God about who
you asked—had I not spilled your water
glass, that constant presence
breaking in and soaking through
your sheets, our very skin.
world, like kicking a pebble to pick the path
or asking a question until you find
not an answer but your way
home.” Or that’s what I would have
said—a cryptic response but one
that rang true somewhere below
the brain, like the God about who
you asked—had I not spilled your water
glass, that constant presence
breaking in and soaking through
your sheets, our very skin.
~Luke Harvey
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