If poetry is words in the mouth, this isn’t it. Is a prayer stuck on a page a prayer at all? How do you lift this bit of ink, or this bit, to heaven? Birds need bones of air to take their flight — Not the weight of caskets, the wait without breath. Why this tongue if there is no bread? Why these words if they’re not made flesh? Alight in the d…
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