CONTOURS:
The
verdict and the sentence
can’t
banish the lines -
the
finely clipped crescents,
the
subtle bowing
the
body makes and shoulders,
with
keratin and collagen -
that
you’ve seen,
touched,
put
your lips to
like
prayer.
No,
it can’t!
You
can still hold them,
these lines, these contours,
as images
your body can
remember
and
carry
across
any desert,
any
exile,
any
famine of trust,
like
the relics of a faith
on
their way
to
a basilica
by
the sea.
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