and like God, I will cast you out.
Your eyes blue as a drowned thing.
Your harshest lesson:
you are no part of me.
Learning that
will cost you ages in which
your eyes take on the human color: grief.
Coming to words won’t even help you
name your suffering.
You will embrace
false idols.
Yet those women can let you
back in that primal crawl space
no more than I can.