Deposition If you wonder why Zanobi leans me right to kiss Christ’s wounded feet in counterpoise to Mary and against the lines of sight, it’s that I didn’t leave him any choice. Those were the feet I had anointed once, washed them with tears and dried them with my hair. Unveiled among the veiled so to announce that I’m different from the other women there. All signs and symbols of extravagance, the outward flowing of an inward grace, I could not know that by God’s Providence in three days’ time I wouldn’t know his face. I’m here to stand with everyone who joins this company all crowned with golden coins. Donald Carlson Donald Carlson lives in Texas. His poems have appeared in Better Than Starbucks, Blue Unicorn, The Road Not Taken, and more. His collaborative volume of poetry, with Timothy Donohue and Dennis Patrick Slattery, is Road Frame Window, published by Mandorla Press.
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May 2025
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