Psalm 151, The Warmth I Offer Myself
by Erika Rasmussen
Holy word I am hoping for
another scripture and hear it
somewhere in my own contours
Body animate and its blood
indeed it’s the blood that’s saved
me—there’s a psalm written
in my wrists, I heard it today
as the bone performed a miracle,
the weight of a body and no snap
Holy fold between my nose and
cheek you remind me of my delicacy
and I give you thanks for the
tiniest of curves shows me
an oily sort of
tenderness, rolling
the way a heretical heart beats
underneath the proverb of my skin
its only blasphemy to
stumble through the day I know
I will fall in love but first
I will embody it
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