I am Worthy

Running toward knives and prisons
Irrational as one can pray, “I am worthy of pain!”
Screaming as the baton stencils my skin with leaky red marker.
Visiting the fingerless woman gripping the joy of suffering
because she is the outstretched hand of Your Body.
It’s not about you, never was.
For someone I have seen only reflections of
Is more real than anyone else alive.