Leave me alone in this small space I own.
I am having my Sabbath.
Do not share my breath and my ears.
Do not touch my skin.
I have wrapped my arms around myself
and have settled for the ritual.
Do not steal my time.
You do not see the damage you inflict on my face.
You are carelessly cruel and greedy.
You envy the precious nothing that I have.
Why are you still killing the dead that I am?
There is nothing more I can give.
I only have my breathing, my heartbeat, my tempered will,
and all these precious loaned, limited. Precious.
Oh my God, make the circumstances merciful toward me.
(composed 3rd week of July 1997)