my chariot, my cups
a little food
for when our bellies ache
when we will wonder
why we came
to this place
this time
this line
in the sand
perhaps we thought
ourselves
a little more mystic
a little less
wedded to our bodies
and our belts
did you want
something more holy
than the knowledge
that, baby,
I was a goddamn fool
for you?
eleanor j jackson 