tell me where it
hurts
here?
I push my finger
against your
forehead
you squint
and without any
sound
move your lips
I spit on my hand
to baptize you
and pass
the gift of speaking
in tongues
now
in so many new ways
you can
tell beautiful lies
tell me where it hurts
you push your finger
against my forehead
and smile
in an ugly way
I nod
and stay silent
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