I am Gabriel, I am Abraham

Poetry
Written By Victoria Martynko

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They talk about ascent, every psalm with palms to the skies, but heaven is at her feet 
(the socks with the polka dots & her looking down at me).

To be at her mercy, a rag wrung between her hands—flesh pulled & massaged—, 
is to embody divinity. Alight and winged, I am Gabriel.

Hear me. Pray with me, for benevolence is here on Earth with us:
a woman (raspberry lips & hips ready for tracing). See? Our second coming.

Trade the worthy men for her chalice of wine & blood—her substances offer sustenance—, for
I want only to hold her sacred on my tongue. Reverent, I am Abraham relinquishing Isaac.

Keep me at your feet. Anoint me with your fingertips—consecrated or crucified, keep me. 
They will be your disciples, but I am yours.

Victoria Martynko

Victoria Martynko is a recent English and psychology graduate of the University of Minnesota. Her work has previously appeared in The Tower and FLUX. She spends the majority of her days reading, writing, or searching for inspiration by observing nature and her two-year-old cat Pesto. You can keep up with her on Instagram at @victoriamartynko.

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