Reminder, a series by Drew Myron
This is no. 11 in a series of reminders that serve as notes and poems to myself — and now you. Is your head as crowded as mine? It’s okay, jot a note and take a rest.
You don’t have to linger
in a loneliness that makes you blurry.
You can fill in blanks make up a story
sound out the silence with something
more than understanding,
stir the understanding with something more than tears,
stir the tears with something more than surrender.
In the math of wanting,
you can contradict your self
praise the grace of quiet things
the malignant sadness and
surprising sweetness of
— Drew Myron