Название: The Do-Over
Автор: Kathleen Ossip
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежные стихи
isbn: 9781936747986
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Dear values absurd chaotic and tight,
I think I’m so great to avoid losing light
I sit on the banks of the river the bodies of my enemies float by
(Death is OK for some)
salmon Weckquaesgeeks children I’m oblivious of
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I don’t want much I want at my best to be most loved
At my most ambitious to be most coddled
I want to be oblivious and kind
I want to be rich and humble
I want to believe in reincarnation an eternity of do-overs
and because I want to
I find the hidden sun:
There’s a crazy bright object stapled to the Western sky
There’s a crown of fire bragging in the Western sky
I’ll brag right along with it I am never gonna die
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Ghost Moon
This is the light of the culture: gold and misleading.
The moon of the culture is full; its light is thick.
The moon is famous, I’ve read it smells like gunpowder.
The moon binds the town in ivory plastic wrap.
The streetlight does not even bother to shine tonight.
Only once a month is the moon so bright, so bright!
I absorb its rays, I’m sure they do my skin good.
The moon is no drug. It is a voyeur
Clicking the same porn links over and over.
Or—no, wait, that’s me. The moon
Is that white disk up there, most definitely.
Most definitely it is poached or steamed
in a black broth of quietness. I eat here.
I make beds here. Here I stare at screens.
The moon is manic, it has a coin-like shape.
My eyes spiral with inattention.
The Lord God Yehovah is as vengeful as the moon,
The Goddess Devi is as nurturing.
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