here is a vigil to a man i chewed and swallowed.
here is the prayer i sing to him
when i bleed and he feels the pain.
here is the pillow, and the broken lampshade,
and there the coordinates where he watched
his wife give birth to sun.
and here am i, the chords around his wrists and thighs,
the creature smelling sight through his ears.
nerves, tell me what it means to step into open flame.
hand me a lemon, and i will show you how to squeeze life dry
in someone else's fist. watch the acid burn holes in his palms,
jesu, o' jesu of the cornfield; he, too,
is holy.
.rdc
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