>We were >stopped at a red >light. You were driving me >home. It was quiet and I held >your hand, > > >tracing >the dark spot on >your palm. You claimed it was >dirt captured beneath your skin since >childhood. > > >I thought >it was a mark >of stigmata. Jesus >seeping his way through the >pinpoint > > >black hole >at the crux of >your hand. Years later I’d >watch you sleeping, your body spread >across > > >the sheets, >mumbling prayers >between smiles, the darkness >of your palm clenching into a >pale fist.
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black hole at the crux of your hand. Years later I’d watch you sleeping, your body spread across
Lines are so tight, but not a word wasted. Thank you for sharing this.
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