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The Devil
or, In Other Words, Dealing With the Archetype When it Won’t Leave You Alone on an Otherwise Quiet Saturday Evening
(for you.)
The devil is in the bathroom again, fogging up the mirror
there are clots of hair in the sink, the mold
on one faucet looks to be taking over the world
and I don’t know how to [...]
winter, mid-morning
I spend the morning
thinking about us, about Jesus and stones and the way the birds watch me, through
the window covered in raindrops and barely breathing through
the mist that covers this ground like a fat hand sliding down a curve of thick thigh
that’s what the ground is here, all hips and legs and tush [...]
