Ten river currents. Ten sugar-dipped strawberries. Ten humming sailors. Let the church say amen. Let the chapels doors open and open and open again. Ten tiny tornadoes. Ten gentle explorers. Who found my body buried inside itself. Who can see in the dark. Who can baptize me from across the continent. Let the church of my legs say bless. Let the church of my breasts say oh god. You have found the presents I hid from you. You have given me a stomach I can never fill. You have shown me something to pray for. Ten wise men. Ten pilgrimages across my stomach. Ten lit candles to wish on. Ten soft words. Ten holy ghosts. I am a séance. I am a séance.