Ships & Bridges
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

you misled me, so that i would come to you,

but when i arrived, i was too afraid to come inside.

.

in an act of kindness i bought flowers from a poor old woman,

i offered them to you, not knowing your priest would spread white ashes on my forehead

and anoint me with your gift.

.

that night, a great storm occurred-

lighting and thunder i had not seen since childhood.

in a dream, a woman sat next to my bed

and asked me ‘who am i’

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