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Psaltery & Lyre

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Swell

my ocean like a god never recedes / / but sometimes it withdraws / for a brief breath-holding / leaving the lagoon alack / / the fish gut-sputtering

Resurrection

Mother, I wrote a poem in which I forgave / your sin of omission, your fear of the truth.

Belief

Because takeoff so quickly morphed / / into landing, because the sky so quickly became a bridge and then a body / of water

God’s Plan

Occasionally I pine for a mild disaster such as a really loud cough of thunder

The Right Sky

I have cultivated shadows / that never came to fruit.

Star of David

Every year, my father climbed to the roof in late fall to install his homemade star of David on the top of our house.

Our Lady of the Silverfish

You find the cracks for me—the small space / behind the triangle of peeling wallpaper, / / the crevice in the plaster, the air between / one page and the next. O Lady, show me / / the hidden.

Your Godmother, Almost Blind,

Your Godmother, Almost Blind, / crochets away / the news / of your day.

30 November

What terrified and destroyed when the earth sought to shed its skin.

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