I might wear the sacred
out of language. Rub
the holy off my mouth.
What then will I face
the devil with in the dark?
Our shared loneliness?
Ask me to love him, I dare
you. I might. I know I must

Omar Sakr, from “Ameen,” published in Peril (via lifeinpoetry)

Beautiful.

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