jesus on a white horse in the clouds
(in the event of)
i know i know i know
you in your stiletto reds clicking
here and there, a hen escaping a hen-house,
the naked woman fully realized.
a young man tosses a coin at me,
mistaking my plight:
i am not the beggar on the street corner
day in and out, i am not the president
wearing ivy league chalk on my hands, i am
not the blue-collared red face.
I AM.
still you supersede me.
still the grumbling subway.
still my hands at dusk when the shadows
crease the upper airs.
i paw at the coin but it evades me.
jesus is on the obverse.
(RAPTURE!)
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