nina religion

nina religion

she supernaturally met me at a peruvian restaurant in the middle of the day
it had rained earlier, and the heavens had opened up to reveal a determined blue
the sun was a round disc, a white eucharist afire

sitting across from the most beautiful angel
a waiter approached, i did not care
pure, bracing water was poured, and i could not pay attention
she was talking nonchalantly, and i was talking nonsense
but the sound was muffled, and no words were recorded

she wore an ebony ankh, and maybe a white blouse, i couldn’t be sure now
her skin glowed as if she had just finished dancing
i imagined her lithe frame gracing a ballet folklório

she lifted her head, and finally met me
the ankh looked like it was burned or branded directly into her innocent neckline
her smoky eyes looked up to me and her lovely voice intoned:

the most intimate thing you can do to someone else is cut them

the next eight months were a blur, and she is gone now
i am left with my scars
i am left with my knives