CALL ME BELOVED

I worry that this all reads like
a long list of sour tastes and
daily disappointments.

this much is clear to me, though
pulling the words from my mouth
feels like prying knots out of string –
that these hurts also shine
like polished stones in a field.

find comfort then, like I do.
I take the bruises and missteps
and gently discard them all,
arrange them neatly
and leave them behind –

never far out of sight,
always casually lying
on the corner of my desk.