Traci Brimhall
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from “Through a Glass Darkly”
…Don’t be afraid. The future is not disguised as sleep. It is a tango. It is a waterfall between two countries, the river that tried to drown you. It is a city where men speak a language you can fake if you must. It’s the hands of children thieving your empty pockets. It’s bicycles with… Continue reading
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Last Night at the Library
You recite the bones of the body as though it were a poem. Patella, femur, coccyx, your eyes closed, head weaving slightly as you travel up the body. Before you can arrive at the cranial borders, I put down Conrad and lean against you. You ask what I’ve been reading, and I tell you it’s… Continue reading
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Prayer to Delay the Apocalypse
Angels, give us this day. Set down your plagues, and forgive us this night. I’ve lifted a candle to see who I’ve been making love to and examined his body for the first signs of terror. Whoever you are, wake up. Tell me heaven will be like Venice–dirty, beautiful and sinking. Tell me the walls… Continue reading
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Fountain
Water drowns your panic like a Sunday blessing. It’s spring. The sky above you darkens with rain. You think passion is your only gift, but a sadness older than the sea keeps time in your blood. Once you saw two skeletons locked in a kiss. Time has forgotten them. Time forgets everything except the swan’s… Continue reading
Redamancy Lit 