person Rax King, two poems
Rax King is a dog-loving, hedgehog-mothering, beer-swilling, gay and disabled sumbitch who occasionally writes poetry. She authored the collection The People’s Elbow: Thirty Recitatives on Rape and Wrestling (Ursus Americanus, 2018). Her work can also be found in Yes Poetry, Dream Pop Journal, and Five:2:One.
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The Lord will keep you free of every disease
Boys were faith healing
in every furry chest, priestly
in every dimpled chin—yes,
I believed! I spoke in tongues
for boys, made hymns
of love songs, believed in the firm
of knobby fingers tapping my sap,
in tongues plumbing
the sick of my throat. I tithed
everything to boys. But boys
have no place at bedsides
like gods do, but those arms
live to pin me down, but those hands
claim they can’t lay on me
full of something so dull as healing.
To be sick is to learn the falseness
of your priests. I…
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