and like God, I will cast you out.

Your eyes blue as a drowned thing.

Your harshest lesson:

you are no part of me. 

Learning that

will cost you ages in which

your eyes will take on the human color: grief.

Coming to words won’t even help you

name you suffering.

You will embrace

false idols.

Yet those women can let you

back in that primal crawl space

no more than I can.