Monday, March 19, 2012

oblique prayer



emma cannot be
composed
she injects capacities
of life
hits back
in self destructive             exposé
smacks
over the edge
one hand irregular
in sorrow
her man
concerned about
her sanity
finds comfort in a bed
of differing          grace
emma worships him
still
with pure oxygen inhale
in the habit
of a nunnery