Falaq in Corpus Christi

Whose name means Dawn

Thorned down son drowns

Shorn the sun’s sound

Calls and wants to know if the soul has a gender

I am the son thrown down

Spoke noon sun mouth speak

Me always untorn and enslaved

Weird notions of gender and ground

Nothing but you between me and god

So I whisper to all the bonded women

Whose names mean Sunrise or Wind

What sweetness it is to call the bluffs

Of those who claim to know what god found


Photograph by sackerman519

Five Things Right Now: Darcey Steinke