My Lost Saints
By Poetry Issue 129
I lost my lost saints in pieces.
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By Poetry Issue 129
Learn to shut off that thing in you
that smiles when grace stammers into panic:
the triple axel ends in wipeout
The Patron Saint of Capsaicin
By Poetry Issue 119
Every year, I surprise myself
with how bad I am at most of the things
I want to be good at: gardening
and happiness, mainly.


