The second commandment was this: humility.
Humility, my love. Find humility. Where will you find humility? You are my love and my thing. But first, humility.
Undo all those years. Unlearn yourself. Pick at the thread of your story. Pull at it until it frays away. Bring yourself down. Bend your knees, lie at my feet in ruins. Does it hurt? No. Who are you? What are you? What are you thinking? What?
I need to go and pee. I go. Every three hours I go. I drink water and coffee and juice and tea and every three hours I go. May I go? Yes, you may.
The wall of my slavery is rising higher and higher. I stand naked, place the palms of my hands against the wall and I go. I hold on to the wall of my slavery so that I do not fall down. and I go. It runs out of my body, like a river. It runs down my thighs. Yellow river down my thighs. Humility flows out of me. Half of it is spilled on the floor. I have to clean it up. I was careless again.
Careless girl. Hold it open with your hands like a man. But I cannot do it like this. You will. You must. You will get used to it.
I bend over and lick the humility. It is mine. I lap it up and take it in me again. I find humility.
Humility is made of yellow drops. Humility tastes sweet. Humility is mine. I drink humility and become whole again. Next time I will be more careful.
Who am I? What am I? What are you thinking? What? Does it hurt?
No. I am His love and His thing.
