Today's poem is by Suphil Lee Park

From Here on Out
       

Nothing will be spilled milk.
I won't raise my glass
or voice in vain. Won't stalk
my grief all the way
to the roots arching like bad
news from far ahead.
Won't enter the monogamy
of landscape pounding with rain
and reimagine a world
in curlicues. I won't kiss
and tell. The future will be backed
up, the past won't be backed
into any barbed wire fence
and kissed, full on the mouth.
Up everything ever held
goes. It won't anymore.
I won't make up niches
to blot out the worse.
Won't conjure up a minefield
for wounds to remember.
I will myself, I will
myself, I will.

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