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The Song of Two Crows

When our bodies slither and rejoin themselves in communion, I embrace each of your mothers, you lend me your body so that I might learn how to collect rainwater tears foraged from the age of the brut- alizer. Penetration transmutes into the ceremonial armoring of the warlord in her battleclothes, you bring to me my sword, which is a limb of your body, which is a function of my heart'slove.

We shadow-step inside one the other, twinned, we relish the sweet cry of two-spirit, you become a guise through which I touch my godhead, worship that which I have discovered myself to be through your blackest eyes. We mutually capture. You drown in nectar, soft young son, and I-As-You decipher a vision of Joan of Arc aflame on the pyre but become her armor, I close her eyes so softly as you become my child my mother, my beneficent Totality. A haloing light reveals the self as the other, the role as the game.

When you pull out fistfuls of my hair and strike me upon my withered face, there is a certain laughter in this act. "I" know the deepness of knowing for I have known "you".

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As the sun rises, so too the fallen angels

Seeing everyone's eyes at once, looking into every -body's eyes all at once

No more than a vessel and no less

Under the punishing yoke of the potential, the burden of being so light, so divine

Fated so as to have the eyes with which to See

These engines of release bound in prayerful curtsy, the eternal bondage : the eternal bliss of the Performer.

Juicy marrow of the bone so tender that I have not the heart to pick

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The Devil knows my name too soon

In the end, the mind shows itself Brittle and remade in the images I set there, yes, long ago. The valence Rings throughout my world, which I mistake Or discover for the world entire, I sing all the songs I've learned For you, you plurality.

In the end, the end will not, Does not, come. I whittle orange blossoms Into figs and I withdraw my scabbard from The Sword That Is Not There; I fold along my creases gently, I Make myself into that thing which You are able to believe in.

My Self, she was never manifest. I walk This earth without her, who is not even My shadow but that veiled thing, the space That isn't, so that the rest of it Can move and tumble.

What a violet world I kiss, What a you I miss.

That what I am made from.

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Friday 3 May, 2019

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One Day, You'll Remember

Blessings of the river Sinaloa. We met where our eyes turned green at the gates of Liberty and mercy. We met Saint Peter and became one another in the eye of that storm, at the back of my Brother. I grew your garden 'round my ring finger, we married in Salem's chapel, that little cathedral, a singing cicada. In the month of July I met your bail and my arms were the arms of an angel when you were discharged from on high. Believe me, I loved your smell in that moment, So sweet and scared. I could lick you for -ever.

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Two tears in Maine

But oh how I came in bruised like a flashing angel, the smell of you

covered in sweat and bloods, tears on your face when I came in burning

with your bail money. I'm sitting at the Veggie Grill while my ex

boyfriend is jacking off in the bathroom on a come down acting more

insolent than a seven year old child. We were at the beach, we wasted

time, it's not clear if this is love or just bondage. I tell myself, like

many times before, this is the last time, the very last. My bank account

is bleeding dry. I don't love him like I did before.

                                                                               ( Oh but I do! )

God desires our love with a desire stronger than death.

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Collab No. 1

I want to try something that I haven’t done since 2012: collaborative poems! Basically, every Tuesday (or so), I will post 1-3 lines and you can add onto it how you please. You can also reblog the collab posts from other poets and add onto their additions.

I was trying to tell you so many things

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Sweetgrasses

I know every place I've Touched feels Like home

          to them, to you,          : for me, though,          the Arms in which I've always          felt Mothered          are those unknown ::

In the blazing fields Where I held you (oh (so slowly)), We set in motion a constellation Of self-comfort, sweetgrasses Of milkfed love.

Place where we knew The glory of the morning The lily of the valley The strings of the universe Condensed around us : In heaven's gate we Ritually bled, Made our mounds, Dusted the earth with sweetwaters Sanctified In our recognition of them.

Edifice of pain, framer of pleasure, You and I spin (eternal, dance, eternal).

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To Brian; Or, Elegy to Dead Dog in the Void

My diver, Tom, Pearl, any other name It is real too: Oh my brothers (My sisters) We are all cousins.

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Index, or Reference

Prologue:

There is enough milkfed love coursing across these channels from base to crown to drown your sins out by a thousandfold, you needn't worry your pretty head. There is enough, yes, an abundance of _______.

Dedication:

Hark! It is I, Your mother The Witch; Come here, My dumpling, my darling, And help Mother Tend these flames 'neath the h/earth

Monologue:

Once you see it, You never unsee it. The glove that is Everything around you; The you that is The centerpoint of everything. Like a seed That is really a sapling That is really a tree You contain chronological Iterations of the self, A many-faced, many-limbed self.

Table of Contents:

Black church candles Bridge of the heart Chalk and ketamine Closureless Fruit ii High troy and sulkish Arcadia How to disappear in a city of millions In the leaving of the thing (or, college) Lace was steel Mythe L'avenir Heat-death Douillet

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instrucciones

My baby was stoned to death (hardcore soft porn) The stuff they put on the TV, it matters Like the rest See The Big One is bound to hit I saw the smoke in my dreams they were burning Like in all the dreams - My dad, he dreamed the world Was all aflame But I know, I know, I know why the swan sings; I am Flower's Surgeon.

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pietà

Could not leave him, oh, never, His pain and grace sustain me forever in dance, Sacred my child, He profanes and rapes my peace of mind, I make my pietà, I give knee, For what more can I give? What more can I give?

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Con Todo Mi Corazón

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On M. & Herzog

               A bruised red flag at half-mast, the salt of seas and mouths and wounds. Urgency bespatters the scene, like a Werner Herzog film. With wine-stained lips I watched his Nosferatu and became flooded with fear at the monolithic image of the plague ship, black-clad, cutting across the screen. I discussed it feverishly with Marcus. There were so many frenetic thoughts I tried to communicate to him, images in film and music, bona fide horrors I had cherry-picked for his amusement, they ate at my heel like starving dogs during the nights I slept above Caledonian Road. How I loved him, how I feared him and wanted his approval. How I fed him sugar and opium.

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My sunburned hands (as in a sad jazz standard Eva Cassidy sings)

(               and fall before                 last fall                 the leaves-                                             )

the ides of our love, locus of plummet, and how it felt to be Icarus smoldering toward the horizon.

Last year I walked and this year I linger, long enough for my fingers to turn red,

              it swallows,

I no longer say.

I say, now,

              when will they bury me,

but imagine only that hoarse scream.

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Portraits II

1. Prodigal daughter 2. Menace 3. Flight of the wolves 4. By the fireplace 5. Town fair memory

more

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The golden ratio spirals into itself forever, and she follows, and she folds.

The trick of light, the always-crooked smile of boy, the red night sky, the brow that furrows too often, too deep.

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Ever-present suggestion of burning skin.

A mousetrap of ecstasy within the fairgrounds, the promise of fair summer, sick sweet pre-adolescent love, something more, something unfair, something that doesn’t get to last.