Amen!
Spitting my blood into the sink, I think
I must have been sucker-punched by god or something else
important and ancient.
The blood burns the way ichor would on human skin.
Fizzing in between teeth: red bubbles
that pop when I open my lips
to voice the scripture I was given:
a poem that comes out in a choked gurgle.
I run the water, and then watch
as my blood mixes
and becomes pink, then clear,
and then is swallowed
unceremoniously
down
the
drain.
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