Reading Bino Realuyo's book.

On reading The Gods We Worship Live Next Door .


There is this ache
we try to resist

on some days we close our eyes
to this truth we know exists

it is
we say, it is

and because
we do not know what to do
or what to say
or how to alleviate
this pain

we divorce it from ourselves

we push it away from remembrance
until someone or something reminds us

of the ache that exists
under the covering of skin

and then
we weep.

*****

Red-eyed and sniffling, and saying this, if you haven't got this book yet, I reccommend you get a copy now.