the priesthood.

2006-04-22 10:00 p.m.

do not think me even-keeled and waiting for returns, instead, take words and take my leave of them, take commitment:

matrimony knows leave my bones exposed, knows how to set me straight and thin, knows to stretch my hands in promises -
knows to pull them back again, unready.

so allow me, in your grace,
in your mercy, to distance my assent, recovering these inches, a battlefield, a monument

still modest in the moment, and i can keep my fingers spread, i can keep my knees locking tight. i can keep you
from getting in.

three feet, i have known measures
by which men have taken great steps
and driven from all pleasure, have fallen asleep
in my bed.

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