Vol 11, Num 9 :: 2012.04.27 — 2012.05.10
The Lord said, “When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen.”
From Exodus 33
She stands with her hand on the door,
the lines on her skin scaled with flour dust
in patterns of hard toil. I plead with her to come,
sit across the table, chat as she kneads the dough.
She walks past me without locking eyes,
a trail of jasmine flowers on scrubbed floor
from her hair styled with fragrant oil. Space
between us is hallowed by her silence. I feel her
in the smell of freshly baked bread sitting on
my counter warm and crumbly in my fingers.
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