Mary’s Hand by Mia Soto

i look up

and see my exquisite mary

through the smoke!

she’s so breathtaking!

she has my lungs rolling

in her faint, holy bosom!

she admonishes me

when i stress –

which i do, a lot.

then she declares,

that she’ll take me to another place,

where my stresses will evaporate.

i take her hand,

with such ease,

every time i open that drawer.