Tuesday, August 24, 2010

St. Bartholomew (patron of bookbinders, trappers, & twitching)

I knew you

under that fig tree.

only with our

mouths creaking open,

our sunburned ribs.

there is a way

to trace ourselves

back to the start.

first, a seed.

then, a miracle.

this love

has no weight.

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