Salve for the split self
Come pooling through my eyes
they are mine for now
come tingling to finger tip
erupting through my animal chest
come tree trunk in marrow ring
come gospel outside the church
ascending pitch round every cell
wake them up through waking me
I am here, I’m here, I’m here
sing it so my body hears!
To my heart I must belong
And you would want that, wouldn’t you?
Let your truest will be done;
return me for good for the good
of all.
