I hang from my hands. Grit & hammered bones. Fibrous redwood, nails Cut steel edges. Stars. We sleep with lights on— Someone was murdered Two doors down, apparently The employee she fired. We didn’t catch the means.
The Sioux had the right Idea: sharpen bone. Stab it through chest muscle, Twice. Tie leather to Bone & hoist into heaven One more initiate sacrifice.
Three days later you’re a man.
My shadow hangs on the wall, Writhes and drops.
I wonder, did Jesus train For his crucifixion?