Oh, Hart Beat. How’s your day going? I woke up to rain pouring down on the skylight in the room I’m staying in. It woke me from such a dream that it took me so long to realize where I was. Thankfully, it wasn’t in a discombobulated way but rather, in a dreamlike haze that I think only summer rain can bring.
Today I’ve been, as our Cheryl Strayed would say, “writing like a motherfucker.” In fact, that’s the post-it that I’ve now taped onto my computer. Usually, I listen to the same nonlyrical music when I write but today I’ve had this song on repeat, and so, it feels right to share it with you. This version of the song posted here is pulled directly from the visual album Lemonade by Beyoncé. The first bit is poetry and the second is the song. If you just want the music pull to 3:00—although you will miss my favorite part.
My grandma said ‘Nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturer became my remedy.’
So we’re gonna heal. We’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra; synchronized swimmers. You’re the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk—knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds but we can’t hear them.
P.S. Congratulations to Beyonce for the birth of her miraculous twins. Mama, you make us all proud.