Sunday, May 23, 2010

St. Giovanni Battista de Rossi

I go to church with snakes

in my pockets.

these forked tongues

know which pages

hold the answers

to all this everlasting life,

love, & the pursuit of everything

but sin.

they slither close to my chest,

just above my heart.

sometimes I imagine them

winding around my organs,

& squeezing the life right out

of me. this is what it really means

to be afraid.

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