you remind me of my body
and why I still carry it with me
not for its sentimentality
but for all the things I have left to want
all my lust and prayer
rest and care
for as long as I have the juice
nothing counts without survival
you remind me of jumping fences
and of parts of myself still overgrown
unfit for pasture
the holy wild
stubborn and deranged
curdling all explanation
mocking all expiation
no one needs your needless suffering
you remind me of avoiding eye contact
with my own grief in the mirror
and how I should probably stop
and realize the seething glance
is the answer to my petition
for divine protection against apathy
nobody's coming to save us
We are all we have been given.
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