I Want a Soul

I Want a Soul

I want a soul

That I can walk around in.

I want to play sardines.

To hide myself in all kinds of places and join it there

As more of myself comes from all different corners of the dark

into the place where I hid away.

I want a soul

That I can share.

I want to bake it in the oven

until it blows up nice and warm, cocoa butter brown,

lightly buttered,

ready to be eaten by all who make it their place to have a place at my table.

I want a soul

That I can give away.

I want to dump it in the offering basket,

and the homeless woman’s hand,

and the shuddering child’s pocket,

and the white person’s skin.

I want a soul

That I can live with

and die with.

And everything in between.

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