Ash Wednesday

I have been fasting for you, juxtaposed next to stills of my life underwater (you drown me so deep, your love is in my lungs now). I did not know you were in my muscles too, fibers on your breath; eat me like Christ’s dinner (tear where my baby’s hands broke me down). There is no greater love than crucifixion, but before the cock crows thrice I will have forgotten your name (they know me in the streets, I am all over you like¬†leprosy). Forget me in my tomb but I want you to look; I lay out linens for rolling stones (I blind with light and am already back on the road).


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