[I THOUGHT THAT I COULD LOVE]
I thought
That I could love
My fear could
Build with it
A desk and chest
Of drawers
Like fear was
Made of pine
And nails
And glue could
Sew myself
Into a dress
With it or
Matching set
In shocking blue
Could plait
My hair with it
Could paint
With it could
Thin my paint
With it
Could spread
It like a sheet
Onto my bed
Could slice a loaf
Of bread on fear's
Serrated edge
(Jane Huffman)
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To think that I could love fear more than I could love myself, oh what a revelation. While innocence gifted me at birth, fear snuggled me so close to my pillow that I now not know what came first, innocence or fear.