Maundy Thursday
Sacrifice yourself give away your food eat bitter acorns pine cones roots give your water to the sheep slap your legs with nettles tie a blood-stained rope with three knots around your arms and waist suffer for God hurt for God two wooden spoons side by side in the dish drainer are a paddle bite down I was in this room I was here before you were born and after you said my name I ate honey from The Great Bear eggs scream down the chute poke a candle in stir it around the child Christ said this is good what are you doing here at this late hour what having learned the lesson of a rotten shoe the smell therein the embarrassment of leather the hurtful tongue there is nothing left to say.
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So much here to contemplate. You are the only person I know other than my husband who calls this Maunday Thursday.
Dearest R, I have been thinking of you so much your bravery astounds me and your capacity to love is boundless. You make me aspire to be a better person. Love.
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