Noah as a young man

I saw you in my clothes—
how you didn’t know
a Baptist charity
gave them to me
after the flood
sundered my house—
I lived in my skin
and tried to give it to you—
how you didn’t know
I prayed (eyes closed)
inside you hoping
our demons mingled
as well as we did—
I counted species
as we spoke
of Arks we pried apart—
how to float—
to find you naked
in a hut and clothe
you in my skin again—

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~ by Jeremy on June 7, 2013.

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