Rebecca Brenner

I try to rest, but God is awake
her full moon rising over pink sandstone cliffs.

I tell her I am just one person,
a child of life

with a gladness to be here,
unable to sleep

because he seems insane
yelling at the other drivers on the desert road.

She tells me to speak out loud what I’m thinking.
I tell her I am mostly a mystery to myself,

ancient cells bundled tight against lungs
a tangle of all the couples who came before.

She tells me to act my age and call the heart what it is,
I place my palms over my eyes,

promise her we are done now with war.

Rebecca Brenner featured in Time, the LA Times, Tin House, and The Rumpus. 

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