If I were Jesus

By Daniel Egitto

If I were Jesus and you the cripple I’d wrap your frame in holy hands and with every touch I’d heal you. I’d brush your arms, your calves your skin beneath my palms and I’d take your waist and your thighs and their pounds of flesh invisible and I’d trace my fingers down your neck and cup your throat and breasts and ass and with every trembling breath I’d heal you. If I were Jesus and you the demoniac I’d brush your cheeks beneath my thumb and in your tears drown demons. I’d cast your fears out in that Legion and your insecurity and your uncertainty and your depression and your doubt— and if I were Jesus and if I were Jesus with every touch I’d heal you