Indent. Acrylic on paper, 12 x 19,” 2010—

He wrote that God pushed harder on my lip so I wouldn't tell about what was beyond here.
I had seen more than others.
I know more.

Can I tell you--what I saw was
simply joy, that's it. You & me & truth.

Will you meet me there? Now.
If you must, just go.
Red & green lights confuse me.

I wear my silences as scars on my face.
Beauty is amplified with imperfections.
Just like prayer rugs have one knot backwards.
Like me. Backwards.
I was not so sure how I would love you.
If it was possible to not pummel you. If it was possible to not cut you with my voice.
Sometimes I snap.
I spit & wrastle.
Yet, you are so kind--I could not.
I was castrated.

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