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Rosanna Warren, from Go Forth: Poems; "The Crux"

[Text ID: An end will come. But in a different plot.]

I simply do not vibe with my father

I pray to the gods that you're uncomfortable, miserable even.

why ? is it because you want to take care of me and nurse me back to health ? to show me love and tenderness ? its ok. i know.

“I was holding in my hand, against my lips, not a piece of fruit, not a piece of bitter, half-eaten fruit, but the still warm and almost beating heart of some holy being—just lifted from the dead body. And the heart was heavy. And wet. And it smelled as it would smell forever. Of myrrh. And burning blood. And gold.”

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, ‘The Orchard’

This is still the prettiest thing I've ever written