faith​

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Will I live forever?

They say I will,

immortal and healed.

“The Bible tells me so.”

 

Issued a perfect body.

None of the scars

None of the hurts

 

“May I please have fashion frames?

I know my eyes are perfect, now,

but,

I don’t look like me without my glasses on.”

 

A brand-spankin’ new corpus

hot off the divine fabrication floor.

Without these stress-bitten cuticles.

Hangnails, and the symmetrical scars I got

from the broken end of a cheap

college dorm broom.

 

Who will that man be?

that supposed “me”

who doesn’t have my hands?