the goal is turning you immortal.

words confessed as though they were ever

secret, no, you are known. i want to make you

impervious to rot, to the ways of the world. 

pull us down into the earth, sure, but a thousand 

years from now you’re jesus. i want to tell you this

before you die. in the future your dying body 

holds symbolic salvation, nail it to the hearth.

thanks for supper. don’t let us perish.

i will turn this into contorted masterpiece.

the paint. the canvas. the tremor of the hand.

they will never find you.  it’s seamlessly as though

you weren’t ignoring my eyes, closing the gates,

shutting your ears. denial wasn’t all you had. now, angel, demon, this is my promise:

i will bury you in rain. i will bury you in fire.

10/13/14