when Jesus resurrected, he
was not new, bore the
holes in his body, summoned
Thomas to flesh to hold and to
prod with a tremble

when I resurrected, I
was not new, wore the
scars on my body like
stitches of story, echoed the
anguish of bones as
marks on the skin

Christ, feel the wound in my side, I
fear I am still bleeding


9/15/17