I just started a new junk journal--the kind filled with sketches, to-do lists, poems, whatever--and so was scrolling through my previous one, which is extremely thick and thus two years old.
I stumbled upon an untitled poem that I most likely wrote for my friend Liz, who was going through a tough time. Liz is my homie on Etsy--a woman I never met in person or even talked to on the phone--yet in the last couple of years has become a deeply valued friend, as we've shared so much of our lives with one another in emails. Rarely a week goes by that we don't at least check in, sometimes just water-coolering about our Etsy sales, yet at other times talking about the most intimate details of our lives. She holds a hallowed place in my life these days...this soul out in Illinois who knows so much about me (and I her), yet who I've only seen in pictures.
When I found this poem, I knew I'd written it for her, although I can't recall the circumstances. At first I thought it corny, then funny, then true.
I will hold you until it’s over
Listen ‘til the tears fade
Hope for you when you can hope no more
Dream for you a better day
So cry, complain and fail
I’ll lie on the ground with you
We’ll point at the stars, at the gods and the saints
And say, fuck you, and fuck you, too…
Fuck you for all the suffering
Fuck you for all the pain
We’ll fill our cup with shits & giggles
And let love pour down like rain
Written sometime in January 2015. c Mary Ann Farley.