From If I Take You Here

Something broken grates underfoot.

Chilled, with my hands in raincoat pockets,
I study the Last Supper

my family discarded.

Disciples hold their sudden gestures—
fist on money bag, a finger pointing.

Tender flesh of a palm
is offered up.



From If I Take You Here,
Adastra Press, 2011

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