cutfucking in the old testament—in genesis he’s rivening flesh, oozing his touch through it; then he’s the coursing of the river through the cheek of the fields of exodus. he’s the lance through the neck of generals, he’s one nephesh tied to the nephesh of a lover, chinks in the knot. he’s the rift of the next life opened like a china cabinet in kings; he’s the fuzzy, rotten-tofu feeling of yeast rotting near canaan. he’s the veil of the holy of holies, torn through its lilac center. i’m trying to tell you that he’s rimming your cuts with salt, then licking them, only ever lovingly













