CompathyShannon Jonas
30 pages, side-stapled
Out of Print
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Fatalism
when we turn off the lights in this house
what is left in the absence of light
is a wandering
& decimated tribe of gods—
—& now the anodynic kneel when I wash my face alone—the coward’s hour
you lie asleep like a body of water I thought I had discovered
a mirror that holds my form—
nine crows yonder rouse & spread outward
—away from us
the sky cleareth
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