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Testimony |
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been eight years since I yanked your cable coldly from my midsection; nine since you gave me a stone and I stole our bread; ten since the knife. Eleven since your earlier confession. You remember that one, yes? When we sat on the porch together with beers, and you squinted up at the darkening sky, whispering that you always knew, wishing you'd never married that one? I guess you forgot where I came from. Here's one for your ears now, listen, so long I have withheld my brightest spark and kept my full flames banked to live off the reflected shine from dim remembered lovers' lidded smiles. Their sighs can almost drown you out. Look at me one solid moment, damn it! You dare not sign only those strokes that meet approval; no, these others are yours too; can't you see, here's another telltale cut showing through. So many broken goods you've sloughed. You'll never hear how bodies enchant me, you who never had a kind word to say about bodies. You'll never weep for the mounds of pleasure I've sold to buy back my pain from your coffer. Had I the balls to steal it, I would. |