there is an amputation in my grace and a casual brutality in the motions of my lips as i murmur psalms to air i cannot imagine myself and yet i ll see myself trudging down roads i know i d rather be spread along hamstrung a cadaver came in with a shotgun and demanded i teach him to breathe i never knew just how to be compliant enough so that the colours would not spin on the walls whenever i opened wide my eyes sunlight i must slowly teach to hate me the hem of my skirt trailing in blood i am the younger of the two cats and the more volatile of the two transgressors voices huddle together for comfort damning me together in their desperate justification this is the last call for life answer only if you want to be the thing you thought you hated judgement is mandatory justice is not i mimic the statues i see in the gallery half-dressed and weary of the world known as lovelier still than your own beloved daughter let me tell you a secret let me tell you who flies tonight she is wandering through her solitary union as she spreads her wings as she meets her mystery sky