i was still bleeding. you dragged
my body out of water & blessed me.
i love you for it. you kissed me colors &
plastered my open wrist.
i saw you in a dream
where you dragged me out of fire but
i woke tired of being a victim.
i plucked a flower off my wrist
& give it to my grandmother’s ghost.
at the creation of this fallible body
i was as pure as a lamb.
the shepherd, a clenched fist,
fed my spirit with stones.
all i know is that i am rock
held inside a sea.
if you love me, please kiss me
& let me go, all
the birds i carry are dead.
i keep waking inside a stranger’s tomb.
nothing is capable of healing
a basket of its inability to hold rain but a metaphor.
my body tremors before you,
saying, please pray for me!