i keep a pinch of soul on the nightstand & leave open the windows
of this room plagued with fear of the great unknown
of my heart continually exposed to grief stricken events
a bible nestles close, perfumed pages advertise ageless wisdom
our fleshes meet briefly as stares are visited upon each other
my mouth folds up a prayer & holds on until it is perfectly shaped
to fly across the night & carry my life on for the next stretch of days
because i swallow enough problems to cause incurable bloatedness
because everytime of day is a gift to write on my wrists with knife
because light locks me out & designs self to deny entry
i plump up hands & have them go together to bear God
to carry him right inside the crevices of pain holed up in my body
i wonder if his healing touch knows where to look inside me
this snowballs into scenes of a boy echoing moments saddled with hurt
while commonplace things like prayer requests wear titles of importance
as i navigate through the red & white of communion for miracles