Stigmata

was blessed by Christos with a nosebleed at seven a.m.

smeared it on a white sheet__measured it in electricity claimed

how do you begin talking about blood__about time?

roll up your sleeve__count fingers__prick a vein?

i’ve been looking for god everywhere

and only recently wondered

why she isn’t out looking for me.

in the sharpness of whispers we recognized each other-

flies drunk on the syrup,

fingernails tracing the cut,

the shittiest stigmata ever seen.