am i allowed
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When He Prompts Again
If I am whiplash and I am a noun,
then I am injury, and that can’t be right.
But I could be a verb. Am I an action—
a sudden movement causing a turn about?
Iris
You climb the fence a rung and a half—one for each year you’ve
been alive, and I say, The fence is not for climbing;
you might fall down on the other side. But you say you wanna go boom there,
Manipulate
They want to hold a marriage conference,
where we’ll all nod, say, “Oh yes,
marriage is hard,”
like it’s a grand secret, where we will not
say how, but we will all know
about Adam and Eve’s greatest practical
Schiz
Schiz
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I don’t remember why the cellar was dangerous,
but the top level of the shed was 3/4 rafters,
and the attic was half gaping holes,
always in places you couldn’t predict.
You can only live on the edge
of a risk when forced to play it safe,
so we’d scale these dungeon stairs like a
ritual, to simply stand still by the
Order
I think it’s funny, the invisibility of hierarchies,
how if there are nine levels to the peak of the celestial,
I cannot see whether I am to climb
islands on the other
Sometimes I feel bad for the horizon,
distinguishing the shades of blue,
propping up our sky, holding
down earth’s ocean,
crash
i didn’t mean to sell my soul to the devil. the
words were mixed in the comic book, an
d i was playing them on my tongue, processing
them in my mind, producing them like a con
demned symphony. i asked my mom
how to get it back, but she said, shouldn’t
Impossible
Singing on the clouds like an army—
bodies, robes, warriors guarding,
so adjacent I can’t see through the wall.
Melodies like weapons fending off
for my protection, I don’t know whom,
for what lies beyond?
Angels, I want to know—why
are you watching? I would not look away
from any of the doubts, questions,
