Ashes

Ask and ashes fall down on your face. Read me my writing and lock me away. Jails can’t hold amorphous beings like us. Could you kill for me? Hold on to something. Figure out the forms and questionnaires later on. Feel my heart beating through my breath. Blood streams out of my neck. Shoulders drenched in flag dust. Wisdom fails us, frees us. Beginning poorly. The Just Judge. The secret hands of God in the courtroom. Golden children riding lions through the Cloud Kingdom. Swept away the tears from your eyes. Numbers jumped and crackled on the dashboard. The old men with axes, they would never approve. The choices we made underwater, when oil was plentiful. Black religion welling up in our footsteps. The keys to the Kingdom. Vaginal walls contract expelling us. Fury and trust trading off. The quickening pulse of the catwalk. Icicles dangle from our earlobes, dangerously. The fear of being frozen in place. Quiet remarks outside my office. I wonder what they are saying and if they’re right. They probably are.