skeletal:
i am what i am.
dried down to marrow,
with nothing left
but dreams
and fear and anger.
all that i want
gets wrapped around circumstance,
like dust, like water, like wine.
this time is sacred,
these words are borrowed.
in blood we are all the same,
crawling through
the veins of the world,
our whitened knuckles and
broken joints clanking
against concrete,
stretching for the sky.
but i,
i am what i am,
skeletal:
i dodge your bullets,
escape your flesh wounds
and sound the retreat
to jesus and mary,
communed or not,
my soul will seek there
(not there)
far longer than my body.