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I want to erase your footprints
from my walls.
is thick with your reasons.
fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman
in a party hat, clinging
to a tin-foil balloon.
creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!"
and I close my eyes.
I can't watch
as this town slowly empties, leaving me
strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes
on a line, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat.
You know the way Jesus
rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
the way he points to it.
the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.
I have a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus
around my house, for me to find
when I come home; Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked
into the mirror.
He wants to save me
but we disagree from what.
My version of hell
is someone ripping open his shirt
and saying, Look what I did for you.
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