Chase Berggrun

Psalm 137.5

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither

I resisted

God I left without a kiss

I left my watch on the desk
that’s how She knew

The temple burns on in my absence
but a heat

I feel

a measurable heat close to skin enough

to wrinkle my steadfastness

The razed word

became a brand on my cheek

Behold behold the shape of Forever drowning in silks

If She is listening I hope She knows I meant well I didn’t mean