Beauté insoutenable

23. Odd and dark and gone.

Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god

I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here,
and I will watch you run.

Karen Finneyfrock