good patient

Raisa Tolchinsky

the best stories are six words

or less: it failed me.

still, i want you to see

the copper cross

hanging in darkness,

perfect size

for a miniature jesus,

each month bleeding

a clotted stigmata.

O little kite,

terrible anchor,

metallic tooth pulled

while still in place.

a newborn has

26 billion cells.

how many do i carry

through this outdoor market?

i examine the peaches,

looking for bruises

as if i caused them.