Tag: Patrick T. Reardon
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Thank
Thank the animal, hunted, slain. Thank the concrete sidewalk, the dirt-orange brick wall, the kitchen floor water bug. Thank the…
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After Reading “State of Relax” by Eileen Myles
“Cows kissing goats”— Bible-immersed —I see lions bedding with lambs. Calliope of poem,lustful, subtle —nation un-uniting itselfand sighing,postcoital. Nebraska as”the loosest kook…
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Audrey in Confession
Bless me, Father. I can’t conceive.I am barren as gum-spotted sidewalk cement.Forlorn in my failure to transubstantiate cells.Wombed guilty in…