Your body as confession,
as bible story: here
beneath your left earlobe
best friends became strangers, there
beside your Adam’s apple
we were born again. Somewhere
on your solar plexus still lies
21 offerings cremated
ashes to ashes, dust to –
Your body as original sin:
mother abandons Eden to barter
breast for bone, grafting you
from her cologne. You smell of
death even when you don’t mean to.
Your body as prayer,
as scripture: 1 Corinthians 13:4-13
“Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not
self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.”
John 14:6 “I am the way,
the truth and the life.”
Your body as hymnals,
your body as amazing grace,
as hallelujah! hallelujah!, as
a-f.ucking-men.
Your body as church, your body as graveyard.
Your body as purgatory, as pilgrimage,
as third-day resurrection.
Your body as forgiveness.
Your body as God.
seafoam*