Pure at Heart

Deer Head by Colleen Walker

What a tending

it is to be

pure at heart —

When I sing

You stomp

When I kneel

You insult

You throw my petitions

like knives into my throat

My tongue becomes bloody

when I sing again

You smile

And I smile

Together we laugh

You whistle

I wail

Your teeth poke through

You twist my arm

As I wave —

What else can

I give you

What else

Will you take

My heart

weighs so deeply

into the depths

of my soul

As I sing

I eat my tears

O burden, O lover

What can I give you

I do not have reasons

I do not have reasons

What burdens

can I bear

for you

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