St. Anselm of Canterbury

"Nor do I seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe that I may understand.

For this, too, I believe, that, unless I first believe, I shall not understand." -St. Anselm

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her cheeks are white apples,

browning in the fevered sun.

if it swells, you’ll have to come back,

she said, needle in hand.

this is what it takes to get the shards out.

open wild, she says.

your tumbling roof

is dangerous.

I know we all must fall asleep.

I know there are paths

through the woods

that I do not know.

she leans out of my attic window.

my heart is a sinkhole. I fall in.