What is the proper way to say
Don’t wait for me, for I have found
the one whom my soul loves?
What is the proper way to pledge
allegiance to a new nation, to emigrate
from the history of self, seeking asylum
from the body you once called home?
What is the proper way to beg God
for new skin? For a waist you never traced,
for bones you never bit? Jesus, teach me
how to bleed in reverse, watch the red
pour back into my side, the art
of never being crucified. What is the proper
way to love? Must it always equate
with sacrifice? Is there a way to say hold me
without anticipating the wound, to say take
me without feeling the lance go in,
and out, and in again?
Don’t wait for me, for
I have found the one whom my soul loves.
Teach me love that leaves without a stain.