FROM THE FIRST SIGHT OF BLOOD
follow with quiet steps / follow two longest fingers wound together / follow
crevices, not yours in memory swabbed
with stiff white cloth politely smooth
linens over cardinal silence
swept the entire cavity / swept away chance refusals / swept
in piles, questionable colors examined.
He sends you
wishing for failure every seventh day. cleansing
inspection lingers on
the wrong prayer
to right god’s promise.