The sinner in you can eat the sinner in me,
what would I do with this salvation but burn down another church.

I seek the gardens where the bodies are, the reaching
of life into death to pull out the stillness of hearts.

Secrets sewn into the corners of your mouth, bees and birdsong,
bitter roots and apples fallen for the mistaken smile.

open like a flower, like a coffin, hard wood and satin hiding the nails
holding you together. Glassed eyed and tongueless you know it is not me
who will climb into that perfumed abattoir.

I used to be a god, now I want to eat my ice cream sandwich in silence.

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