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Updated: Nov 25, 2020

I haven’t asked him for his number

because now I am known,


now the I-I-I


am afraid,

now I am up there

on the raggedy cross

with Christ:


no longer unimaginable


(so a little breathless),

no number, no doubt


and queer the

is

space in which we

our

see selves.


The road to Damascus took me

to Baltimore.

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