“love the ambiguity of the holy”
love the ambiguity of the holy
trickster in the seams
of the world. making all things shudder
at her passing, wondering just when his padded foot
will fall. howl and run off to make us see
what they’d been on about: the moon is quartered
and hung just so. lapping up the waters!
don’t flinch. don’t map the dark
bruises. bask in the light reflected.
memorize the feel of it, invisible
on your skin.