Mirrorform Psalm
Can I do you some good? Are you
too flush for favors? Do all your
favorite flavors sweeten your
spoon when they should?
Once, I was hungry. Blood
foamed in a kitten’s
saucer, warm as your
hand. Master–– can I do
you some good?
Mirrorform Psalm
If not me, Lord, then who?
Can I be sure to know him if
he looks strange, or show
him the face that I show
you?
How should the new me
be? Shall I be his and
yours to put down on all
fours? And who, Lord, if
not me?
Mirrorform Psalm
I make you in my image. From
the hem of your day-glo robe
to your hurt heart and trick rib,
you are pure human homage.
Could it be I do you
damage conceiving
you? An act of love can’t
be abstract–– I make
you in my image.
