ENCHANTATION

John 1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
 
Hi friends

call it in

to existence

Hi friends call it

go on

ahead now

and call it on in

Hi friend-friends

Call it Inn call it the

In-In Inn

Hi friends

rich the rust heap

sin the suck-creep

deliver the liver

friends

feature the filth freak

defer the fever-dream

devein the divine

Hi friends

sign the signal signify

the sing-song song

Friends

sign the singing Solomon

Fly friends fly!

High friends hi!

Chromatize

the clear

queer the cache

chronicle the christ-keeper

crisp cross the shrill kill

Friends find the found-say

the secular slime the sounding

re: residue re: see and skew

Friends adjust the scope

Friends name the nope

Friends forget the faith faux

Hi friends

stress the pope-stroke!

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GOD HUNT

After Rothko
 
It doesn't take much

just an entire chapel

gigantic blacked-out canvases

a few purple-heart pews

some warm bodies

two attendants dressed

like hyphens

a glass of house sav

a pink plate piled with feta

miscellaneous shoe scuds

and sniffles

deep diamond breaths

masks worn right

sunglasses if you're private

something brittle still broken

a wrongful

an itchy

all denim

gabapentin

an RSVP

a stream sound

a suffer

zodiac stuff

sangria jugs

s

o

s

a snake!

just some sorrys

just some walls

(like 6)

and some black paintings

(like 11)

and a glass top

not stained

but holy holy holy

all the same

holy

hold me

hold me holy hole

holdy me

that's all you need

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These poems are from a manuscript in-progress titled Sacrosanct which explores the entanglements of taboo desires, feminine mysticism, and biblical lore alongside Western gender and social structures—I am obsessed with the white-trash woman and her (my) notions of a higher power, or lack thereof.