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Flowers picked from The Bishop’s Garden in the National Cathedral in Washington DC. Images were then printed in book format and placed around the garden with accompanied writing.
A bird of white blessed me with devotion,
A fire inside me, an incurable notion.
Stained glass in colored hues; transparent bliss
A sacrificial lamb with quivering lips.
Awaiting at your altar to obliterate and slaughter—
A sister, a woman, your faithful loving daughter.
I was baptized in gravel, no remorse or shame could resurrect.
I kneeled with open palms only to expect—
Fleshy, warm, and dripping with deceit,
Throbbing with disdain, I lay at your feet.
I rang the bells. I called your name.
Robbed and feeble, no answer came.