From Deluge

Landscape with Bleeding Woman

  after Simon Jordaens’s Christ Healing the Bleeding Woman

The clouds’ batting overhead
like a gauze-swaddled seam, dirty cotton.

I see nothing as it is anymore; since

remembering my body as temporary, I impose it
anywhere it fits.
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