Holy, Leaves

Holy-leaf, spent, spread

Itself to wander your wrist

I know. I wrote this

into being, spoke,

first your name, then body

to the moon.             Saint saved heart-

break and broke the spine

of the pine inside our rib

cage. blind, bound by

your hips, helpless—holy-

leaf, lift. Leave it. Forget.

I know. I wrote this

Into being.             Fear-faced,

the moon told me—

You broke everything

in site, in spite

of not yet being born.

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