Saturday, March 13, 2010

St. Joseph of Arimathea

your body speaks

in growls. a hurt

heaving beneath skin,

within my arms.

this is the language

of pain. I was hurtled

towards the edge and did

not try to save myself.

step out of this gown

called anatomy.

bruise up this thing

called life.

I reach for you. keep

silent. let’s call it even.

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