I’m praying death sticks around long enough / to make a disciple of me.
MICRO
To My Clown Costume
It’s you, / oversized and badly stitched.
INSIGHT
Portrait of the Heart as Peniel
If I am alive now, it is because love will not stop flaying me open.
POETRY
Gift of God
Obey me and you’ll be the martyr / Jesus imagined: Messiah-skinned
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