ancient desert sun
pock-marks crumbling dust figure
heavy overshadow wrong side god
cubes stacked huge
getting smaller
a grey dove
forlorn cries
she nests in me
this wall.
fists beating the body's throat
unclenched hands forgiving themselves
controlled folding scraps of paper wishes
"thank you dear god for the various shades of gray
i cannot escape. open cracks rat holes
ice tunnels. i am paper, i am sand. I've
wedged myself so my backbone is powder.
day leaves me. at the mirror's edge
charcoal light
this crevice is deep
this wall touches the sky
this child stands beside it
take my wrist
i show you how to love me
venom in my foot
slowly spreading
suck out the poison
--I'll give you all my words
folded paper in the wall
an ocean
billions of salty prayers
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