Naomi’s Easter…

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That’s all I have to say about that.

Well, and this…

Naomi
That moment between – the
alteration;
the suspense dividing life
and whatever else
there should be
is
the pneuma of suffocation.

Shuttered, concealing the
shallow
draws of hallowed oxygen
and medicated abet
passively delivered
to
wait im-patiently for air.

Dialogue is no longer
appropriate,
saving strength for a draw
and forcing life
stilly available
for
a fearful ovation.

They say Jesus died
suffocating,
on a Roman cross of shame
and that’s why
blood and water
came
from his side.

No one dies from much,
anyway,
just a few things kill us
and so we
bleed and die
or
fluidly drown.

One wish she relates – her
prayer –
for misericordia’s blessing
and allay her one fear –
claustrophobia
to
minimize this disrepair.

Answered aspiration in
solitude;
she’s found breathless
and in peace
no longer in between
air
is Naomi’s salvation.