LEAVEN
I’m exiting this place
the wound at the back of my throat means tomorrow
a little more incense needs to be put on my name
all my indentations lack attitude in the mouth of the law
someone needs to hold me & find a country
I don’t trust my hands to do me justice
but don’t blame me for keeping them
they don’t know hope
to them hope hope means a death I probably deserved
faith has buried too much of the world’s betrayal in one body
& I have kept it as a laurel
but when I begin to leave & not live through it
don’t tell me I won’t become attainable