Friday, September 27, 2013

"And I have gone walking slowly in
his garden of necessity
leaving brothers, lovers, Christ 
outside my walls
where they have wept without
and I within."

-Phyllis Webb

Saturday, September 14, 2013

I killed my insides
whatever way I could,
powder and smoke,
until I could not feel my own crucifixion, 
obsessed with asphyxiation.
I've found new gods
and do not hope for resurrection 
but now that I am dead,
I think I can live.