Poem: Homage to Abraham’s Bloody Hands By
I would pray to you before
slitting you to death & god is
immortal, this body is just a house
for an elusive soul— it would desert you,
your breath would follow,
I would pray to you before
slitting you to death & god is
immortal, this body is just a house
for an elusive soul— it would desert you,
your breath would follow,
& this journey, it doesn’t always has to have Paul in it
when your life is like a boy’s prayer that ends with ‘’save me oh Lord / save me’’
in the spirit of sport, the ball had too much fun & collapsed on
my dad’s windscreen. shattered glass. stabbed ball. the house
storeroom became my new bedroom and my sister & i, ten feet apart.