Notes for a Hagiography
By Poetry Issue 129
Make her domestic as a rose,
polite as tap water, safe as the corpus
on a dime-store crucifix.
Hagiography
By Poetry Issue 109
At three, I saw the shade of living light. / At eight, I was enclosed as an oblate. / The universe is an egg, I said, / and the nuns promoted me.
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