whittle your images

and splinter them with an ax,

bash them with a hammer.

cut your stones, build your city,

and demolish its walls.

shred the photo from 1992.

*

i am a broken god,

a ruined city,

bits of curled matte

in the office recycle bin.

holy hell, my skin, 

the only holy hell.

*

your fixed gaze on my

unfixed, hallowing body.

your smoldering eye

turns me to liquid silver.

*

you see my many bodies,

but do not desire

ever-hardened faces.

i am new, and still

you recognize me.

you hold my plastic form

in your ever-softening gaze.

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