by Liz Waldner

    The better to hear

    you with， my dear.

    Come right

    in， prayer.

    Let those who have ears to hear， hear.

    （Ab. Sourd， bien s？r.）

    Of course， of course.

    Amo， amas：

    He listens.

    She glistens¹.

    Dear god， don't

    let me use.

    Shadows wave. Wane².

    Weather， and in that vein³，

    a work of translation：

    shoot up， get high.

    Plough the clouds.

    Sky furrows⁴， the brow

    of night， an evil

    thought， a star

    especially bright：

    anger， just that.

    Scat， track， shit， horse

    and what'd he just throw in our yard？

    Of night， a needle.

    Erose， the petal⁵

    of the rosary to ring

    god's words around.

    Erose， those words

    in the mouth of night.

    where no teeth

    are.

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