I-Thou Consciousness

Clarissa and I, her Mom

I-Thou Consciousness

By Jane Tawel

August 9, 2021

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Oh, God!

Are You not conscious

without my Being,

conscious of You?

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I-Thou revolts

and revises the mundane,

profane, explainers,

complainers, man-splainers,

and painful, painful, pain.

You are both bane

and that small niggling voice

that makes me whole again,

if only temporarily, I fear, My Dear.

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Oh- the pain!

I used to obsess about you

and that one time that you let me draw near.

Remember how the rain fell?

Rain, falling like the tears of our laughter.

Did I only imagine it? —

snot coming out of Your nose?! Hahaha…

and our laughter driving away your hurt,

my hurt, the Whole World’s in Your Hands Hurt,

like a rainbow.