Unconsisted Prayers Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Sterile Hands,
Shaken by nervosity,
Crooked by each twitch,
Each clenched fist.

Forget her, says the hand,
The body.
Responding to her love,
Unseeingly retracting.

In knowing she will leave,
Desert me, in the pit,
Of bile; flesh and broken bones.

I am scared; frightened even.

Yet it is more complex,
More than the tumor which
Ridicules me; keeps me,
Closer to my grave.

It keeps me up all night,
Praying to no avail.