suddenly all at once

Yesterday was a 12-hour travel day and I was way too tired to post a poem, and in fact today I am still too tired to post a poem, except that helcinda dropped this poem into our group chat and was like, "...Wei Wuxian?!" and yes, it may be about literal Easter, but also resurrections make great poetry. So here is a poem for Easter a day late, and for my favorite resurrected necromancer, Wei Wuxian.

Two of the fingers on his right hand
had been broken

so when he poured back into that hand it surprised
him—it hurt him at first.

And the whole body was too small. Imagine
the sky trying to fit into a tunnel carved into a hill.

He came into it two ways:
From the outside, as we step into a pair of pants.

And from the center—suddenly all at once.
Then he felt himself awake in the dark alone.

—Marie Howe, "Easter," from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time, 2008.