i did violence
to a book i love
to take the part i love most out.
forgive me, whatever,
if it hurt.
the trades i'm making
with my words.
books for people.
poetry for god.
sounds suspicious.
but a pin in my eye
and drumming in my back
convince me.
it's not hard
for my body to convince me
because we are in all this
together, now i'm certain.
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