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When God calls you / in what voice do you respond?

The glory of the desert is to bless what diminishes

Matter is patient.

The absence of growth / a prayer I hold onto and it seems strange / to want something inside to die this much

a dream that repeated: to find the good / you must uproot the pain

Brother Baptiste once asked, How do I fit into my body? Brother Javier survived the plague.

every morning / the choice. How much. / Whether or not to. / And always the same / decision made

My mother used to tell me to talk without using my hands…. People will think you’re something you’re not, she said.

I want to know the names / of those who make reservoirs / of their own bodies.

But, if you didn’t notice, there is the cross: / the cross that includes everything as it / excludes nothing