the wound felt to me like amputation / a sacrifice of wings perhaps
powerful wings that could have fanned wide areas of air / lifted me above
the wound was two holes in my back / pain was muscle remembering flight / muscles involuntarily moving the heft of what had been cut
the wound was made for god/ by a priest/ my father /who went further than Abraham / used his blade / listening to god / and obeying
also I am a daughter /no ram appeared in the thicket as substitute /
when I told him / I would sacrifice my will / to god’s will /my father wept
was my father hurt by god? was my father god? was god hurt?
I never understood/ however / when I want someone to listen
to what I think / or look / at what I have seen / I wince/
remembering the pain my father felt / having / to sacrifice /my wings
here my mind wanders / can love accept / curtailment /or teach it
necessary / unless / it agrees to its own / sad grounding?
I find one whisper to nurse my wound : no sacrifice / no sacrifice / no sacrifice