Wednesday, August 4, 2010

St. John Mary Vianney (patron of priests)

I want to love something so much

that it turns back to thread.

Unravel something so solid.

In my jaw, I keep constellations.

Yes, I have taken ownership of the stars

and they belong huddled beneath these teeth.

Where the light shines through,

I can see where the decay starts

and where it will ultimately end.

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