My poems know what you did in the dark.

your body is a rude gospel of loaves & fish;
a new moon where

teeth are indeed teeth & blood
is blood

say it & watch the fire come feel
the air around your tongue

heavy with fruit bursting red pulp
& set ablaze

beg & bruise & bruise &
bruise blue

don’t call yourself dead call alive
someplace better

say your own name when you pray
you deserve better

sometimes it’s the eyes that lead us
all the way home

 

Day 11 of 30

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