Thursday, January 31, 2013

Temple

For the last time,
believe me or believe my hands
stretched up out
of habit.
Take

for granted, take me
at my word,
that I mean as
genu
ine this
     reflection of sin
these cupped hands
or these closed eyes leaking
water.

These legs too
are folded like white
napkins.

Number my head and
                    nail me
and keep what you find.


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