I woke with Lycidas on my tongue, and I should have known.
Poetry
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Joan of Arc in Her Prison
her wrists are shackled, / her head’s in her hand.
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A love letter to Gerard Manley Hopkins
I offer three ways I love you: (1) for your wild poetic imagination; (2) for your poems about unnoticed people; and (3) for your poems about the Divine.
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Burning Mount Athos
One by one, I rip the pages and let the heat
curl them
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Grassy Branch Pentecostal Church Electric Oscillating Fan
sweat, dark circles, the men damp,
the women damp, a trace of Ivory soap,
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Substance Theory
reaching for Teresa reaching for Thérèse reaching for Teresa reaching for the utter center
of the divine diamond fruit, an arrow into flame
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I’m Never Told of Family Funerals
Surely now, the Blessed Virgin
would cure Aunt Rose of polio.