crafting my picture of you

from this fistful of buttons and glue

she has woven part of the world

together. you painted the streaks of red

wrinkled fire across her face, her cheekbones.

go forth, you said, unto the sky, unto the air

pull from the pit deep down

through prayers, past thoughts

until you reach the mud and murk you call your id.

liberaci, liberaci

i am here, i am ready

hineni, hineni

deliver us from sticks and stones

(Note: "liberaci" is Italian for "deliver us, and "hineni" is a transliteration of הנני, which translates to "here I am" in Biblical Hebrew).