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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxiii
time & time again
the meek inherit some dirt, don't they?
good people get kicked when they're down
but good sad lady, stick around
there are no answers in the yard of graves
there are no answers in the pills
there are no answers at the golden gate
leaning like a rose on heaven's windowsill
i am
time & time again
i have worn my life like lightning
wears a cloud. like the dead
wear the ground, we wear our beds
pull your wrists and ankles through the nails
you are not female. you are not male
nor a sail of flesh and blood and bone
there are no answers in this poem
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - burlingame, california, u.s.a.