Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Water Pot Body and Blood.

If God came to earth right now

He would kick some serious ass

and it wouldn't be with the atheists and the homosexuals

___my father said

drying a pot with a clean towel over the kitchen sink.
Us making dinner becomes a ritual
a ceremonial act of wine and beans
drawing of warpaint and dijon under
our eyes

on our cheeks in geometry patterns
help us stomach
with memories
the food in our bellies
the food in the underbelly of our minds.

Feet pounding concrete paths
let me stop touch the dew
resting on gentle leaves and taste
I am crossing paths with water,
_____crossing foreheads with the mark of chosen people.

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