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RED
God is real because Red is thick enough to paint with/ because we can use our tongues to trace the face of a demon/ when it’s dark, when we’re bored, when we need fire/ Red, not the red of a stop sign or the American flag/ but Red, a Red that’s -
The West
here, the graves
are worn away
by the rain. here,
the city is clean.
it tingles. glass
skyscrapers
and demolished
cathedrals are
ghosts, carrying
bells they only -
Boiling
celestial bodies
are the antagonists
of my inner tides.
the moon pulls
and the sun boils
until all I’m left with
is the tang of salt.
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No Helen
You’ll never understand Sappho,
because you don’t read Ancient Greek
or the hidden pages of history
where we scrawled our passion,
with sequestered longing, desperate and dear, -
New Pollen, Old Soil
Growing up, I didn’t realize there was such a thing as a conservative intellectual tradition, or, to be honest, even a moderate one.
Loves
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
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In what world would I ever know my Grandmother
How can it be that I cannot exist without and with her
Sometimes I like to imagine we have the same eyes, brown with glints of green and yellow, like a sprouting garden in spring.
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A Single Sentence Letter to Our Daughters
i think i know why aliens haven't visited us. they're
definitely watching with rapt attention, waiting
to see how we climb the highest wall
humanity built for ourselves in the past
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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Show (Challenge)
(Challenge for next year’s prompts)
