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To the Woman who told me to Love Jesus Christ at JavaNet
Arisa White
Unsuspecting evangelist let me ask, if I love
Christ, can it be in my image-making
and
not the one that appears in my Granny's
wall unit, He too is Jewish, dark
haired, in Diesel
jeans, each morning holding a sesame bagel,
navigating
pedestrians by kiss. Fish of an age that birth your savior:
I
show him the scar in which your Christ
was born. His fingers speak the wound's
portrait, we drink wine eyes closed at Moe's
for those we dissolve on our
tongue, dance
blind until our bodies are bandage by morning.
He writes the
sun into rising, bottles mist; I collect leaves and pay him my heart's tithe.
© Arisa White
Arisa White is a native New
Yorker, born and raised in Brooklyn. Currently, she resides in Massachusetts
where she is a graduate student in poetry at the the University of Massachusetts,
Amherst. She is a Cave Canem fellow, and her work has appeared in Crate
Magazine, A Gathering of Tribes, African Voices, and
Sarah Lawrence Magazine.
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