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 

struck.