
Why did God make us
with hollowed-out spaces
caverns carved into our bodies
available to the world
doorways without doors to close
positioned just so
that no matter which way we squirm
we cannot possibly hide them all?
Why did God make us
with exposed terrain
undulating landscapes heavy with presence
an obtainable reaping
that no matter how we shroud it
we cannot refuse being harvested?
Why did God make us
with such tender strength
limbs bending to not break
groaning under the weight
of a thousand stinging hailstones
that no matter how we move
through the storm
we cannot prevent being crushed
by its ceaseless returning?
And then,
after all this making,
why did God choose
to visit us as a man?
Was it because he knew
he would have hated
being a woman?
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