As/Is







7.26.2006


Deliverance

A note to God: here
is the history I promised-

the center of my city,
the mouth of my belonging,

the secret, serious invisible
longing, the stolen jewel.

Bless the younger life
that borrows its body,

returns- dissected
and touched and broken.

Bless the pages I have
torn and crushed

and thrown away-
imagine

the mistakes I've made.
In a long letter, I question

"deliverance?".