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you ask for onions & strawberries — our #ngers porous handle the cast iron warm you ask for children and the goddess leaves us fool’s gold —
I dig a hole and bury myself, the glint under my tongue
I ask, 'I am not a god, am I?’—
I am not. Am I a snake?
You ask for my name 'Hail Lord God' — No, you don't. Your name is: Hail God. I am the only one “in here” for you.
I am sitting beside yours, waiting— you ask for the #rst time to hear what it's like.
I am in a blue coffin, in a room with holes in my chest and back — language deserts. Again, no words to give you, I am waiting for you to talk about it —
What am I— you ask —
to be— you ask
for the right words.
You ask for the only things—love —your heart —your death—
what you name yourself after fathers are #nally gone