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Megan Breiseth – Two Poems

Megan Breiseth

Two Poems

medical time is the present

                   the cool moon ties a tired tide on

           while ten minute drug
mimics                          ordinary
        missing

                         lord in the hills where
                                                     are you

time was
                     snaky
                                    grown
  up in the city of a tallman’s fingerprint

             and between dark and dawn no break



communications

      lament

                                 cut of

                       pearls in the provinces

                             bourbon

between footsteps

                  wooden swords
                                                  bless


a vessel of volcanic rage apologizes:


                              ‘call me
the breeze’

                                        ‘all things
tucked in a room’

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