when I lie prostrate, I pray

by Natalie Sharp


for tapeworm because I am invested in welcoming
which is to say I have spent this life accommodating
emptiness-the mouth is    a pit is    a supplication

as when the strobila reflects on the sum of its suction

as when white men hope for destruction
to reveal them to themselves-

& when I feel the hollow
thrum in my ilia then I know
when I say I forget

I mean I am always already forgotten

& when I feel the hollow
it is not in order to assign fault    I guess
the hip is   a prunus persica pit is   a consecration

as when the flushing peach anticipates bristling

& when I feel the hollow
between my pressed palms darkening
when I say I intercede I mean

I do not want to be deciphered.