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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