Marat To His Audience

Marat To His Audience

 

For my skin, a bath was not

a luxury, per se, but a kindness

and a necessity, drawn by my

     lover who had a motive

other than healthy skin. The water, 

     lukewarm, chilled soon.

     My blood, drawn by my lover,

congealed. Then Sade sewed me 

     tight to my shroud, 

     my shroud, to me.