GETHSEMANE by Aaron Graham • Cleaver Magazine
GETHSEMANE by Aaron Graham I’m learning to sweat—learning to swear. When I speak of God, edges of broken- glass words: the father who art elsewhere, thou cannot stitch together jawbones with breath breathing life in pierced tongues and barbed sentences. I don’t want mankind to work anymore at establishing communications or commandments thou shalt stop ignoring that I cry with and at your creation. In a no story neighborhood I read all the time, letters glyphed on a page like I am If I would ease into taking notes I’d find something to do when there was really nothing I could do.