blood

phone calls sound like business meetings
:What are you doing with your life?: injected into every question
disapproval coating every comment
money work school car whenareyoucominghome

but i do not wear your brand of adulthood
no size to fit me
cannot be contained

i listen to your arterial ups and downs
but i do not hear the same beat
attempts to interject in vain
my blood runs free and contained
over here
in me

i bite my tongue at the way jesus pours out of your mouth
as the reason and cause and effect of every thing
i bite my tongue until it bleeds
through the phone line and across the distance
silent
like i wish you would sometimes think to be
hail mary
til it bleeds
and in my own way it is-
let that be-
the way i say
:love:.