Dead center
hanging
dangling from fish-hooks
Jesus has pierced
through each armpit
peeled
every day is
discriminating
a fruitful woman faces me
“those hips couldn’t possibly bear children”
an eager man braces my backside
rests on me
cheek to cheek
men and women
all varieties
surround my languished
flaw
each taking turn
weapon of choice in
claw
seeking destruction
secretly wishing Jesus
had
chosen them.
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