i peer
at the crooked little teeth
behind the big ones
between wrinkles and weird maps
On your dark fair blue red skin
and i sleep so well.
I who have no god
am warmed
by the soft glow of your faith.
my father brother lover tormentor
my sin my fever my death my delight.
my shoelaces.
But
for you, a show
a hymn, a dress
cleansed of my blood.
for them, my bloodless virtue.
I shall dance to their song
I shall play the part.
I shall dance till my laces break.
