after Sam Sax
Bitter thing - swallowed
with bread, cake,
a curtain of water closing my throat,
anything to keep from tasting
the slight in my magician's hand.
Magic is any science
you do not understand. So, too,
is God. Faith is
the way I trust the bitter taste will
turn me sweet; prayer
is how I start every day with it
on my tongue
before any lover, before opening
the window to let
the morning sun make shadows
where there were none
before. My body is a haunted house
creaking under
its own weight. Love is anything that
banishes the ghosts.
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