Keep and Remember

I know no altar.
I sing no blessing.

Imagine me a God
who could want what my hands can offer,

an Eternal Flame extinguished, bless me
on the cusp of a tarnished promise

anoint me with emptiness and may
my bones never rest

until I am someone else
besides someone’s daughter.

I need no altar.
I author my psalms. 

Imagine me a God
who wants more

than the amethyst veins of deep rivers
trickling yellow light up their banks

while sparrows chirp the morning into being
just boarders passing through this plane.

I am my own altar.
I sing my own songs.

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