Alex Dimitrov

Prayer in Hell’s Kitchen

I need an image to begin

like the city needs another face 

 

thrown to the pavement,

kneeled on and stained.

 

Hell’s Kitchen knows

how to welcome a stranger.

 

Wilde ones, let us forgive

the bitter pill delivered

 

with each finger shoved down.

Forgive tasting Judas. Forgive nothing.

 

Here is the bed, dark like a true beginning.

 

We all enter the body alone

and only once. 


We do not get to stay.