Lion Heart

Two things they wanted

me to know

about God.

One, that their heel

was on His throat,

The second, 

That their heel was on mine.

And I never thought of the second

playing into the first

or having

anything to do with God

at all,

but see,

Girl,

how my two

fingers

find your

pulse

when your

face goes still

and all hope

is placed

on layers of 

pleura

and a God

who won’t 

be

tamed.

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