So
you are here? Straight from that moment still
suspended?
I can’t stop wondering at it, can’t be silent
enough.
Listen,
how
quickly your heart is beating in me.
Wislawa
Symborska
Convert
Is
this?
this—this
o
o
God
the
total end of him?
How. I want to know how
I’m
supposed to shape this
this
this
stuffed
calm
Maybe
I should turn
Catholic—at
least
they
are not afraid to look
at Mary
at least they have the decency
to know
God’s not
the only one sucked
through
the sudden holes in their
hands
and feet
as though
it’s been waiting
all along, and shit! it opens—
pulls everything in and then OUT
with it—thing? one! every ONE.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I only know
I
watch them go to mass
I
watch some women unwrap
their
thin lunch on Friday. Their posture
their
face…they’re no different than..
But
listen! I want, I want (sorry)
a
Saint Anne—give me a mother whose daughter lost a son
who
can sit and stroke her and say
this
this
listen
this is his
this
and
this
with a cross
with
a drop
of water
to
hang on
to.
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