IRA
‘o jesus, how
many times have
i died and lived again
became unvirgined
unshelteredandshelteredby
bodies like yours and hers and
mine.?
ivebeenknown
to worship her
armslegsnapenecklips
feathercrotched
bird. sing to me
and peck me with
your bullet eyes.
love.
‘whatsthedifference’
? (shrug) me and the
infant cry together
for her arms, her divine
sway.
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