My Body is a Witch, I am Burning It.
Hoist me up on a thin wooden plank
seize my worn withered body into erection—
my limbs stiff and hard.
Penetrate my every crevasse with your blazing sapphire flame.
I love it when my bones melt into ash.
and at this very moment,
I’d like to pretend as if I was somewhere else,
where autumn is still lost within summer
stumbling upon a pond, thirsty and helpless
I remember I saw God for the first time
lying there—His face as wrinkled and distorted as mine
rippling in tear drop waves.
I remember how weightless the sky felt—
soft orange blankets illuminated everything around me.
then God whispered,
disappearing with my shadow.
what incredible luck to
ascend, to be