pill crusher // needle flusher
coconut oiler of legs
& the untouched space // beneath
breasts // butcher // baker //
bathwater maker
and when ten thousand fall
at my side // & the phone
goes dry // you are //
my hitching post
of God’s // great // grace //
bottle shaker // chalice faker
everything that ever poisoned us
passed through // so too
have the cures // you raised me
from the dead // sinister digits //
if there’s // a right way //
to stroke raw honey from the lioness’s
mouth // you stumble // but find it
every time // palm // grazing
her grizzle // how the swarm
quiets // for a moment //
the pupiled areolas
dilate // their vein-
webbed fronds // oh girl // who else
rides me safely // through // Jerusalem
// unsaddled // on her simple back
or massages // my slippery feet with her
whorled hair // I’ll never
let your tunic drag //
the ground of want // again //
we’ll have each other //
and live // like Lazarus //
unraveling his spool // in the sisters’
stunned silence // death oils slipping
from his skin // savior // you track
mirrored light into // my
wilderness // a little spit //
a little mud //
at the first touch
i saw men // monstrous //
as marching trees //
then // after a second touch //
// just // trees //
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