Nancy Campbell, November Backyard, 2023 (Website, Instagram)
Gouache on paper, 8 x 8”

In the laying

on of hands, we become

a moving. All of us

arbiters of sacred.

 

Bring me your pain, love, bring me

your laughter in bed. Leave my cheek pink

with satisfaction. Bring me to the dark

corners of the sacristy

in the grassy field, where

the caterpillars ritual in apostolic succession.

 

Your traveled, generous

thighs crushing me

between them, rosary

at my lips. Rosary a rope

binding me, every knot

a station in the slow

melt of indulgence.

 

Enthralled, & the moon

above. Never merely

mortal, we conduit

everyday

genius & delirium.

heidi andrea restrepo rhodes


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