march 27th // starting small

there is a tightness in my chest,

pulling spine into the ribs,

collapsing self from inside out

(remove the old leaven)

(the leaven of evil)

and the hollow aching in my

bones makes me feel brittle, feel

young and old (“it feels so scary,

getting old”), feel left behind and

lonesome (work the old out)

(fill in the gaps with Christ).

the bread is beginning to mold.