Xylem & Phlöem
Xylem & Phlöem
5.15 – 7.2
THE GOOD NEWS ABOUT HELL
Suburbs are the perfecthabitat for deer. Jesus said
they make the dumbtongues of men sing.Their antlers branch
until the leaves fall offand the earth gives upits privates. Around my headthe background blurs.
I’m waiting for a storm to endin a Styrofoam grottooutside the catholic church on Tower Rd.For some reason, god has
imprinted us with a desirefor divinity that is awakenedwithin cave-like structures. I’ve heard that
to reach enlightenment,all you have to do is touch the earth.God as lakes.
Once, I held an injured bat. Intimacyis sharing something private. Saint Jeremiah complained,but only after being ridiculed for an entire day.
Later, he would prove his faith by purchasinga plot of land outside the city.
Dante and Virgil walked through rainto touch the future.
My cats hide inside the closetto avoid the vacuum.
We’re pretty sure an exit does exist.But the ocean is more knowable thanwhat comes next. I focus
on the sound of water. All my friendsare waiting for me
to slip, laments Saint Jeremiah. No wonderhe was so ashamed of what he saw. Neon
loosening the night. Like every reason isan un-reason. You know
the love that eats?The love you eat from?
It burns through youLike the lord himself. HeavenIs whateverdeath that lastsforever.
- Elaine Kahn
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