Terrible mother, make me new
That this place be laid open, make it clean
Cleave the nerves from one another in petrolatum mucus
May the scar form

Terrible mother, make me new
Let what is destroyed pass from me
With my illness, amen

That the cerulean bivalved capsule content
Enter my bloodstream as is meant, right, and good
Let it beat there passively, given over and moving
May I heal

Terrible mother, make me new
Make me a spinach spitup cutwork of replaced flora
Make them enhanced in their beneficence by this replacement
Yes

Terrible mother, make me new
May you have no name under the sun of earth
I recognize. I do not recognize you
I can have no knowledge of you
Such as you are
Beyond your inflationary hopeful action on indices
I do not understand, though I understand hopeful action,
Inflation, and the concept of index, amen
I understand the ceasing of my fever, the pharmacy line
The radiant red lines extend toward my heart
From my swollen arm, I know them too
As signs, not more, but fear
Bears them out
They’re real
I am sick in two ways, and you are there, one
In two forms, divinity