I write in this tongue and pray in another.
we sleep
and are kissed
by an ear
in three
beds: train, cow, frog.
if you’ve seen one roach,
you’ve seen them all. that’s where they come from.
bread leaves home and food / comes for all / in animal / metaphors / favored / by god
a call-in radio show
the listeners
of which
are asked
to describe
loneliness
in their own words
(sexual
farness)
to a coal worker
or a clown
I have a friend whose father called every basement the devil’s treehouse. a friend who’s here today because she hid a knife. whose brother met god too early on the path to god and whose mother would jump from anything to fix a tooth…
there are people who don’t smoke
who want to
when it rains
with birth
we’ve bookmarked
the awestruck / god
still hates
his artist
sister / her flytraps
hang
in hell
hallucinates / and is envied / by ghost
Alex Hoshor
my body as
it scattered from
heaven into the
starving bellies of
distant enough wolves – {from} One Innocent
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Sara Moore Wagner
and maybe it comes
true in some section
of my body – {from} Venus Complex
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Tara Isabel Zambrano
trapped in a latitude
of divided gods
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Rae Hoffman Jager
Instead of prayer,
questions – {from} Grief
the dream
bread
of insect, horn
of dust
