Daily Archives: April 5, 2020

Shekhinah Polishes Life Like an Opal

First published at Wordgathering, v. 14, iss.1, where there is an audio recording of my reading it.

It is a soft
stone. It fractures

easily. Just
a little bit
of pressure here.

The wrong amount
of force right there.

And it dissolves.
She thinks she might
be dissolving

herself. She lays
on the pillows,

as if she is
dying, listening
to sad songs and

boring stories,
too weak to change

the channel. It is
what it is, yes?
She doesn’t know

where her blood went,
but she knows well

it isn’t where
it belongs. She
feels her pulse throb,

her heart slow, and
heavy. Without blood

she becomes clear,
translucent and

She becomes dry,

All the matrix
surrounding her
crumbles away.

What remains is
milk and cold fire.