blueprint for amen
Nicholas Alti
half eaten rosary, tongue cut out
godless mouth, a/gape
I find gods in mouths
& tongues in them, & the wishes from before we quit wishing, &
forget the difference forget what is wanted
soiled messiah, embarrassed, I’m lingering moisture,
storm residue like, dawn toads croak
or old dog’s snot nosed gag
I’m wet wet coughs viscous depletion
my swampy eyes & spindly bloody needing limbs
it comes from outer space
this fear of body & urges for obliteration
it comes from the body
this discomfort with space, this vast need
oh but I’m nothing like god
if I were at all powerful why, I’d rest
mostly I’m all fingers inside fresh wounds in hearts
persistent touch of hurt the exhaustion that cools the evening
a beast with teeth like famine Heliopsis in a bottle on the moon
the way my body is a star in that it is unpopulated & probably dead
more horrendous tongues stargazing my cosmology
tasting for the first time an abyss
touch by touch organizing my drench into amen
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