a letter from tricia warden
dear k,
it’s funny when you get that point, i mean the point when you can
feel empathy for the ones who have hurt you so badly
i never thought i could remotely feel empathy toward my step father and my mother
or those who raped me
but somehow i did
and it set me free
it’s not all gone mind you
but i’m not a prisoner to hate anymore
which is nice
it still comes over for a cup of tea sometimes
after a piece of blood cake
it skulks off down my driveway
to scare off all the birds
no matter how powerful hate feels
nor how much pain love can cause
it’s love that is
steady like a heartbeat
sure like dawn
t
November 12th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
as is
was said
before
wickedness
is soluble
in art
December 24th, 2007 at 6:56 am
it has nothing to do with art
this letter
believing that art can dissolve your hatred
can be dangerous
especially if the wickedness you experience
can not be extricated from you
i once believed that art could save me
but it almost killed me
art is fantastic
but it doesn’t hold up well
in a knife fight