Wash Me in a River of Truth

Wash Me in a River of Truth

Concerning the conversation from Friday class, here’s a piece of writing from a few years ago.

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Concerning the conversation from Friday’s class (July 21, 2016), here is a piece of writing from a few years ago.

Wash Me In A River of Truth

 

Wash me.

Wash me in a river of truth.

Today is not the day to be kind,
Helping me stay my same old tired self
By telling me what I already know.

If you love me, you will wash your mouth out first.

Scrub out the “no worries” and the “‘all good”
Scrape the taste of “I’ll just look the other way”
Right off the back of your dragon tongue.

Don’t be afraid to hurt me by telling me what is,
Because what is already happened.
And those who want to keep us separate,
Who know how strong we can be when we’re bound by love,
They will ask you to keep secrets from me, telling you it’s for my own good.

Bullshit.

It’s true that I’m no rock
It hurts me to tell you, too,
those unpleasant things that you may not want to know

Like your boyfriend’s cheating

Or your girlfriend’s talking smack behind your graceful back

Or you’re lying to yourself.

Or I saw what you did.

But like the smooth stones that lie along the river’s edge,
Our closeness means sometimes we’re gonna rub each other
In an uncomfortable way.

I want to shine like those smooth stones,.
All dark and real
Not dime store shiny,
Not painted over with nicey-nice, cheap shellack,
Already beginning to yellow and chip.

Wash me in a river of truth.

Today is not the day to languish in stillness
Friends, the lotus grows UP from the muck of the pond
Let the stagnant slimy strings
Of what goes on behind closed mouths
Not tie our hands behind our backs,
As we refuse to look each other in the eye and say:
I see you.
I know you.

Wash me.

Wash me in a river of truth.

by Alison Alstrom
Originally Published in Some Words & Pictures: May 4, 2012

 

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