Invocation
By Poetry Issue 111
Let me be clear: I desire you / as a body desires a body. As a fern / / bends toward the window, night & day.
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By Poetry Issue 74
I know a woman who, when she hears wise words uttered, turns her palms upward. She’s as likely to place her hands on my shoulders, to comfort. None of it for show. Palms upward, she’s a basin. Palms downward, a wellspring, rain. May we be basin and well to each other. May we be rainlight…
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