Like god, I’ll create in my image. go on, pass judgement
-like I’m not already waiting for judgement,
like I don’t tease, don’t taunt to turn his eye my way.
like I’m not expiring, short-sticked by a judgement
foretold in spiraling math unteachable. each sky’s
bloated yolk barrels toward the day of judgement.
seeded, I take seeds to stifle my soil’s waiting green.
I liken my name to apology. I wield judgement
like a snapped beak and shovel night from my abdomen.
are you watching, O’ corkscrew calamity, O’ decree,
O’ closer than jugular? come for this constellating mess.
I’m sorry for laughing, O’ giver, not for taking, so judge.
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