Excerpts
Read a little of the book.
God gives me the knife.
I bury it
God gives me the knife again
I bury it again
Then God gives me your love
And I stab myself with it.
Love.
Make it remorseless. Let your bones ache, and bend
while taking their name.
And don’t just stop there. Love. Make it loud. Suppress
the cries of a child and comfort the worries of a mother.
Love.
For the mere purpose of loving.
I’d been terrible with my heart
I neglected its woes
each time I let love rule over it
But tonight it’s sound asleep,
That tormenting reign is over,
and the casualties are long buried
Look inside
Turn through the pages.
A few pages from the book, so you can see how it reads before you buy.
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