Baby, have you scraped the bottom of belief, grabbed the earth between your teeth and pulled? Pulled the seas apart, pulled the seas awake.
It lingers, see? A single prayer looking for a crack in the solidity of heaven. Held in the absence of God’s forgotten hands.
I knew a man who tried to burrow into a woman’s skin and make of her a shelter.
How long are our names ours if only memory holds them?
It is not so much palm reading any longer but the understanding of scars.