the prayer flags burn to ashes
curling to the floor at my bound feet
i have rubbed the buddha raw
to rid the smell of you from my hair
i have prayed for peace
stared at my plastic hands stitched together
gripped my alien legs and begged for release
i have turned the wheel
cracked the mirror in the lion's mouth
eaten the paper caked with honey
but i still taste your skin
exhale, amen, leave me
i can't welcome no one in
dissipate now you holy ghost
you whisper memories like restless chants
sink into my kingly walls
like the incense smoke above the mantle
let something else hold you at bay
a eucharist of teeth and nails and bones
allow me to pray
you away.
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