Saturday, February 13, 2010

St. Catherine of Ricci

to wake up in a sea of red,

those clean sheets stained

to cry out in the night

over stigmata

it is impossible to hold

anyone’s hand, to run

your palms down

someone else’s back

to find the perfect warmth

of another, to not leave a

trail in the snow, like a heart

trying to find its way back home

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