I.
from the dust emerged a swirling cyst of layers
tumbling into one another
until the father’s hands enveloped the incomplete.
his fingers laced together tight,
a squeeze away from crushing it all
and starting all over again,
he breathed and knew
he had formed
a seal his children cannot help but break.
II.
the children of god
burned and crushed and uprooted
flowers and trees of Eden
to find what will maim and disfigure
their naked bodies
What am I to do if the skies are gray?
If I paint them blue does that erase their nature?
What if the skies are meant to be gray?
Would I be wrong to hide their color?
I tried to change a patient,
instead they changed me.
I crashed into a brick wall, you see.
I poked.
I prodded.
I begged.
I implored.
I showed up to group today, a young man in a sweater.
One man was there, tattered sweatshirt and Chiefs ball-cap.
Two others walked in, both gay but not together.
An old man followed, grey hair, torn jeans.
Finally a woman, young and anxious,
joined our little commune.
Med Intima 