Episode Notes

Today’s poem brings us into a relationship between someone struggling and a friend they find support in speaking with. Because these two people don’t live close to one another—and haven’t met in person—the friend has offered their text chain as a space to write, share, be vulnerable, and journal, even if the friend isn’t always able to reply. This poem is in the voice of the person struggling, who shares their honest, co-existing gratitude for and complicated wrestle with this dynamic. 

Here's a snippet:

But the grass can’t be greener

if I’ve never even known grass or green.

It’s in your holding of my hand without

absorbing what it holds.In loving the hand itself.

Because all hands

are a nebula mouldinggalactic weather patterns,

“Write here, anytime” is you saying:

here is my open handand though it will never be yours to useyou can hold it with one handwhile the other keeps writing.

Keeps fighting.

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