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stigmata

Posted to Action Poetry




wrappin the thorns in
hand baskets
and see the
blood seep

but i know why
i see why
i lye on my
bedside
and eat
cheerios
and suck on
my cross necklace

kissin away
the bloodied
hands on your
side and feet

i keep awake
and trace
remembrance
of you
but know
and am glad
to know

you