A Poem about the Flash

If I were the Flash
I would also mourn the loss of my mother.
But I would honor her by telling the person I love
That I run and protect others
As much as I run and protect myself.

(Because) If I were the Flash
I would know that I must come undone. Always.
And that there is no suturing this undoneness. Ever.
There is only letting the pieces pull themselves together.
In odd shapes. In new forms. The pieces improvise.

This is a vulnerable self.
And if I were the Flash I would not fear this vulnerability.

Because I know
(My being vulnerable, others’ being vulnerable, your being vulnerable)
This is our being selves.
And our selves? They can afford the attention.

 

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