OFFERING

At this point, I'd 

probably be happily 

resigned 

to perform for my life 

in the name 

of human sacrifice. 

But all I can cram 

in the mouth 

of your attention 

is a recombination 

of the bits 

I have stolen 

in hopes 

of acceptance, relief, 

or purgation.

In any case, 

please take it—incomplete

though it is:

it's a knotted-

up fist 

which persists 

where my heart did;

a little, 

clenched core 

around which 

my devotion 

revolves 

with the verve 

of a galaxy 

unfettered;

it's a nexus—

where the future 

and past 

smashed together, 

and broke open, spilling 

sequences 

of all my favorite 

letters.