Poem
Crucifixion
A poem
my skin
fell off
when I
was nine
years old
and told
me never
to leave
but I
did not
listen and
I did
not take
warning so
I burned
my skin
and drove
it down
to purgatory
and buried
it and
saw God
and myself
and wept
that blood
was all
ready there
for me
Cover image by Aimee Vogelsang.