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A Monkey Could Do This

at the very first moment in Baltimore there was a thud

it was my great grandmother coming back to earth (levitate, negro

 

you could do it just breathe)

 

up to my chin in what I do not deserve

certainly there is a limit to the utility of Jesus

 

watch how I am to the touch

flaming off a rifle barrel

 

wherein I signal inspiration

in wound-up sclera and a ferocious cannonball

toward the rapt attention of the congregants

 

and raise up in testimony over this here