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To the Woman who told me to Love Jesus Christ at JavaNet

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 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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