The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 4 | Page 51

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Time

When I gave up God

a heavy blow

collapsed

my chest

brows furrow

curious

if the feel of your

grip

disappear

if I peel off skin

or

would there be dents

in my bones?

I chant and

my mouth opens

vocal chords

vibrate to the universe

and I become

light

water

touches me different

cold sprays

droplets

from the shower

turn red

on my skin

as I laugh