26.1.09

WHAT/WHAT/SORRY I THOUGHT I HEARD YOU SAY SOMETHING JUST NOW

And you just missed Him, though you didn’t miss 
much – He limps now, cataracts, a pockmarked 

complexion that smacks of lupus, though He 
would never admit - and belligerent

He held His hand over my hair, He said 

girl/go now/affect your dying stance
go writhing/go of breastpile rising
go/suck stomach sinews into braids
go rope the hangings/ throw your throat/i 
hammer you/i spine scale with my steel. 

He limps now, though still drapes the citrine silks 
and wears the scent of orchid at His wrists. 

He set before me ripened fruits to slice 
He asked the knife for slits it would not give. 

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