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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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Love Me Like Fog
love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
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Meese is the Plural of Moose
Her eyes were not fixed on god but rather on the large taxidermied moose head fixed above the choir on the wall across from where she sat. It may as well have been him.
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The Gift
I learned that butchering purity is ungodly,
yet on the silver platter, I see a snow lamb as fired slabs. -
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Autumn's Harvest
As the years go by,
the seasons may become a blur,
but late in the evenings of autumn,
you’ll hear the wind start to sigh.
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The Words my Mother Gave Me
I wrote a poem today, but I don't think anyone will ever see it
I wrote it using nothing
