she squints her eyes
tries to flap the tears away from her ego,
flap her broken wings back to normal.
she takes an x-ray like medicine,
always wanting to resurrect the dead man
groping inside her ribcage
she’s the dead bone inside of him – poking her fossil teeth
& trying to
resurrect herself from the plague, from decay;
from the curse God placed on us –
drinking from the cup Jesus drank,
or rather still struggling, to live a second time.
man don’t teach you how to breathe,
so who does?