in between shoulder blades march an army of ants.
under my ribs dissolves the certainty of science.
inflammation has become my faith and testimony.
it's relief, my affirmation.
i do not follow the advice of my grandmother
or the one before her. i have taken my daughter with me,
down another road, where there are no miracles.
where visions of light have to do with particles and refraction.
where burning in the breast is a chemical combustion of brain and memory.
where speaking in tongues is the babble of not learning lyrics to the song.
it's as easy as addition,
how one plus one equals two.
it's as simple as the makeup of water
and the components of sand.
and faith?
you ask about my faith.
i believe in you.
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