You have thought the same thing, church-wise,
\n About inserting the me into it. There\u2019s the guise<\/p>\n
With the prayer we trespass through, our words
\n Strangers in territory we can\u2019t remember: the Lord\u2019s <\/p>\n
Prayer, lulled in unison, a blent, near-demonic chant.
\n Then the transfiguration, what with the cannibalism <\/p>\n
Too. What about me? Take me, Eat me. It goes on,
\n But you can\u2019t see it. At eight, with my mother\u2019s long<\/p>\n
Hours, I went to pottery summer camp. I\u2019d spin
\n The wheel, clay action-painting itself wetly, thinly,<\/p>\n
All over my apron skin. Mrs. Rosa said, at snack-time,
\n Try to peel the grape before you eat it, I\u2019m not lying,<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a totally different fruit. We think the exposed flesh
\n Looked like heat particles, jarring one another as redress,<\/p>\n
Above summer asphalt. Which is what the crucified
\n Thief\u2019s legs must\u2019ve done too, a twitchy and purified<\/p>\n
Two-step in plain air. It\u2019s not blasphemy, here\u2019s why:
\n There are patterns at work here, and I am pride-less.<\/p>\n
Because I can\u2019t see it either, is the truest thing
\n About it, and maybe an idea is just an offering<\/p>\n
To take from me, to eat from mine or whoever\u2019s
\n Cupped palms, and for a while be thought whole.<\/p>\n
Then you bite my shoulder, your body less form
\n Than idea, and my skin, my wafer-thin skin, torn again.<\/p>\n
You have thought the same thing, church-wise, About inserting the me into it. There\u2019s the guise With the prayer we trespass through, our words Strangers in territory we can\u2019t remember: the Lord\u2019s Prayer, lulled in unison, a blent, near-demonic chant. Then the transfiguration, what with the cannibalism Too. What about me? Take me, Eat me. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[6],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-1Y5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7569"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7569"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10226,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7569\/revisions\/10226"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}