by anna markowitz
We went to prove we are not something, which is to say
We were not all there to do the same thing, which is to say
We had our reasons.
Where were you?
Fussing with your collar.
Quaking with a new knowledge—
We are nothing like God, we’ve never met Her.
That apple was just a dizzying tumble
Into our own dark hollow. We’ll only diminish
That which we form in our image and likeness.
Our slightness.
Radical Discipleship 