damascus

Updated: Nov 25, 2020

I haven’t asked him for his number

because now I am known,

now the I-I-I

am afraid,

now I am up there

on the raggedy cross

with Christ:

no longer unimaginable

(so a little breathless),

no number, no doubt

and queer the

space in which we

our

see selves.

The road to Damascus took me

to Baltimore.

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