Wednesday, May 26, 2010

St. Philip Neri (patron of Rome)

This must be some little dream.

A way to get pushed up against a locker.

I can feel the handle imprinting itself

into my back. I cut my wayward curl

so they wouldn’t catch it reaching towards

the wooden Jesus in the hallway. He shines

like I want my teeth to shine. he whispered:

if you pray hard enough, your heart will grow

and crack your ribs right open. I believed him

until now.

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