Crossing into Canaan
Then there came again and
touched me one like the appearance of a man, and he strengthened me—Daniel
10:18
febrile body I woke into: nightsweats, stink of the toil of
living:
where hands could not bear to approach me, the young man
fingered
lay upon me, was himself a cool sponge, drew my perspiration
to his lips
ice-chips he held in his teeth, he pushed small bergs into
my mouth
caressed the skeletal arms I’ve hidden in long sleeves
kissed neck and chest, belly rotten with pudgy organs,
thick-set flesh
he pressed against me, cock on cock and tongue against
tongue
saw his reflection in my marshy eyes and did not flinch such
weakness
held, sustained by this capable stroke, boatswain of my
crossing
I take the death I’m moored to, announced as a measureless
promontory
and bob in the river like a bloated corpse, blue lips,
vacant gaze
I let the water fill my lungs until they rip their festive
piñatas
because the one who comes to gather me, capricious
angel
has a voice that affirms me rising when this fever
abates
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