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SUNDAY PRAYER, clxxix
time & time again
into the woods she goes. she knows
a tree she means to name it after me
or burn it to the ground.
flickering crown, we are torches.
do not make yourself into a fortress.
i know it feels like sometimes you have to
am i thinking of you?
i am, i am
time & time again
i am cast out of the garden
sharpening my feet like knives
across the road this whole life
i am impervious to pain
usually, i feel nothing
but as the moon fades into view
am i thinking of you?
i am i am
but you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - muscatine, iowa, u.s.a.