you misled me, so that i would come to you,
but when i arrived, i was too afraid to come inside.
in an act of kindness i bought flowers from a poor old woman,
i offered them to you, not knowing your priest would spread white ashes on my forehead
and anoint me with your gift.
that night, a great storm occurred-
lightning and thunder i had not seen since childhood.
in a dream, a woman sat next to my bed
and asked me ‘who am i’