I loved a man

Who was more than

I thought I loved

 

I ran

 

back to Onan’s bed

of spilled seeds shallow dying

amongst the rocks and thorns

 

I woke twice

Once to trumpets and a thundering glory

A command:

Sing your way through fear

Once to whispered insistence:

All will be well. Stay on your path

 

I shook to the ground and through hell

became demon.

 

Many moons ago

The curse wore off

A man

Less in the eyes of others

was love, for me

 

Even on the rocks

seeds swell with desert dew

breaking hardpan with their wanting

And weeds will feed us as well as wheat

If all are cast as brothers.