I’ll take wine if that is the only trick
you know, I was hoping for a shortcut.

I’ll take your bird-like hands, there is a nest
in me, a bramble piercing any sky.

Maybe I’ll turn and run, boundless, a blue god.
Maybe you already did. Maybe the rose petals are clues.

The glint of the sun snags my eye, then
the brick hits me. Another ocean falling out,
another crucifix baited.

I wanna lick your rusty fingers.

I am a gun digging for gold.
I am a bird dreaming of cathedrals.
I am a veil of water tired of living.

I proclaim myself holy.

There was a time when I could hum and
your blood would call me home.




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