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Two Poems

The Esnoga— see time’s horses / slipping down / YOUR holy walls / / her 400 year-old bricks / and glass / Sabbath’s opaque light

onion skin

I would give up God for this poem. No more prayers, no more hymns, no more white lilies on my granny’s grave.

Two Poems

How does one leave                a home?

Paper Birch

The paper birch unscrolls sheaf / after sheaf through long wintry /       afternoons. The snow speaks glitter / / and patience.

Mirror

she stands by the wall, watching, like a doe / at the edge of a meadow, deciding, deciding—

First Mother

Having birthed, my womb is still / full of creatures. My first son / names them and names them, and calls / forth another with each new naming.

Letter to God

Sometimes, I think you put the demon inside / my esophagus so you’d have something to watch.

Stillbirth

I was born with aggressive toes / turning mother’s face / clockwise / early morning, alarm, alarm / nothing good / happens before dawn

O take and seal it

it beats, an urgent stranger at the door, / knocking

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